It was a shock to her.
...
Tawnykit stopped once she'd climbed up a ravine. It was dark out, and she didn't want to get lost.
"Tawnykit," came Runningkit's whisper.
Tawnykit helped her sister up the ravine. They sat staring down into the camp, not speaking for a while, just getting lost in thought.
Tawnykit thought about the day Whitekit had died, and how sad Skypelt had been. At least she was with him now.
Then she remembered how her mother hadn't been hungry earlier. She should have noticed something was wrong.
"I wish Rainfeather had told us." Runningkit finally spoke.
Tawnykit sighed. "It was better this way,"
"Runningkit? Tawnykit?"
It was their father, and he sounded anxious.
"We're up here!" Tawnykit called down.
Leafclaw scrambled up the ravine. "Don't run off like that again!" He panted.
"We won't," Runningkit promised.
Tawnykit sighed. "Who will take care of us now?"
"You're going to be apprentices soon," Leafclaw whispered.
Tawnykit didn't care anymore. She would stay a kit forever if she could only have Skypelt back.
"Come along," Leafclaw whispered. "Before we miss the vigil."
He let Runningkit and Tawnykit walk back instead of carrying them.