Chapter 7

Oh, StarClan NO!!!

Gingerstar14: Sorry, Winterpaw lovers!


"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I wanna die I wanna die Iwannadie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Bramblepaw wailed. He flopped onto the ground and lay miserably, wailing with greif.

Winterpaw had died that night, after her Greencough turned to Blackcough. But not before Onestar had given her her warrior name, knowing she was going to die. It was Wintersong.

Foxpaw sat beside Wintersong's body in the center of camp, her head bowed, with greif in her eyes. Whitetail sat beside her, as well as Crowfeather, greiving for his apprentice.

Bramblepaw was in Barkface's den, Barkface had asked him to eat some thyme to calm his nerves. Bramblepaw had been especially upset.

The young tabby padded out to the clearing and sat beside his sister's body.

"And you said you didn't like Wintersong!" Hissed Foxpaw, looking up with her eyes gleaming with sadness and anger.

"As did you!" Returned Bramblepaw.

"We both know she was a whiner, a mamma's baby, but that doesn't change how we feel about her!" Foxpaw meowed, "Right?"

"None of that now." Whitetail murmered softly, wrapping her tail around Foxpaw, as if she were still a kit.

Crowfeather sighed. "I've failed."

"No! She got sick, this was not your fault!" Whietail meowed.

"But she got sick after a patrol in the rain!"

"But-"

"STOOOOOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Screeched Bramblepaw. He leaped up and pelted out of camp.

Bramblepaw had no clue where he was going. He ran blindly untill he got to the forest. But that didn't stop him. He decided to ask Squirrelflight if she knew anything about his father, to get his mind off Wintersong.

But just as he was about to swerve around a tree, he ran headfirst into a bramble bush.At that speed, his fur got hopelessly entangled in the thorns. They dug into his skin, some even drawing blood. "

"Oh, StarClan, NO! Not now! First Wintersong...now this!"