Chapter four
Sorry for shortness of the previous chapter. I'm hoping that someone will review with ideas for the story!
Hailstorm was beginning to grow stronger. His clanmates walked respectfully around him, sensing his anguish. They would shoot him sympathetic glances and made sure he ate. Hailstorm appreciated their kind gestures. All the same, he was hoping to be able to move on soon. He would always mourn for Lilyfur, but he had to help his clan. He desperately wished to be strong again, but he still could hardly talk without his voice cracking and trailing off.
Forestpelt was helping him. She had done her best to take place of his sister's missing presence, by walking with him and sleeping next to him similarly to how his sister had. They hunted together, ate together, and shared tounges. Hailstorm was pulling through slowly. He knew his sister was watching down at him, willing him on.
A week later, Hailstorm was walking strongly at the head of the group with Forestpelt. He still didn't say much; he just encouraged the cats occasionally or murmured a word to a fellow clanmate. He padded behind Cloudstar, a mewling kit in his jaws.
"I want to walk sleep!" Barkkit cried.
"Shh. It's still light. We'll stop when we have to." Hailstorm murmured. Barkkit quieted down and began to wimper softly.
Hailstorm looked around him. They were nearing a twoleg place. The stench filled the air and he could see twoleg dens on the horizon. When it grew dark, Cloudstar stopped the group.
"We will rest for tonight and tomorrow. Tommorrow night we will travel into this twolegplace."