AN; Thank you, nobody who reviewed! :( Lol. mad face. Well, I hope you guys actually help me with their kits. Anyways, back to the story!

Disclaimer; I do not own Warrior cats


Chapter 2

(This is Fawnpaw's opinion on what happened in the last chapter)

Fawnpaw rolled over in her nest. She could hear the Clan talking quietly outside. Her pricked ears caught the words, 'Harewhisker, 'dead', and 'how' a lot. Finally, she decided to see what had happened. Rosepaw was sitting in the den entrance, gazing longingly at the brown tabby body that lay still in the clearing.

That's Harewhisker! Is he... dead?

Rosepaw turned around and nodded. "Yeah," she meowed. "He died in his sleep. Tinystorm said he was very sick. He must have had that condition for moons, and told no cat about it."

Fawnpaw was quite confused. Had she said that aloud? I don't think I did, she thought.

Both apprentices turned when Reedstar and Tinystorm approached Harewhisker's body. Fawnpaw could pick up what they were saying.

"Father," Tinystorm murmured.

Reedstar rested his tail on his brown sister's back. "He hunts with Applefall now," he meowed softly. "I think he'll be happier up there than he ever was down here."

Fawnpaw approached Harewhisker when the two older cats padded away. She bent down and rested he nose on his head. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she meowed. "You had so much to teach the Clan."


AN: Short, I know. But I really have no idea what to put next! I'll update later. Until then, peace! And happy Polish Saturday!

~GraaceXCats527