AN Yay time for our first POV change! Sadly it Is Brindlepelt grieving for her sister. Enjoy I guess.
Brindlepelt settled down in between her mother Greyfoot and Mistypuddle her sister. She buried her nose in the fur of her other sister Rosepaw. It was not fair in her opinion. Her sister was just an apprentice for starclan's sake's!
'oh starclan watch over her.' She thought. 'watch over all if Stormstar's threat is serious.' Stormstar. Just the thought of the Brookclan leaders name made her belly twist. He had murder the apprentice in cold blood to send a message to her clan. 'Leave or die.' She looked over at Brightpaw and Mistpaw who were Rosepaw's best friends. Brightpaw seemed lost in thought and Brindlepelt wondered what was going on in her head. The young cat had looked like she wanted to kill Brakenrunner the warrior her sister had been hunting with when they had returned. She could understand needing someone to blame, but now was not the time to fight with other clan mates. She looked past Brightpaw and stared at Stonefoot the Brookclan Deputy who had been captured earlier that day. He seemed to be sitting vigil for the fallen apprentice. Why? It was his leader who had dealt the killing blow. He Seemed to hear her unspoken question.
"I sorry." His voice was barely audible. "This should have never happened." Greyfoot jumped to her feet fur bristling.
"Your sorry.. Your sorry!" The old she cat no longer seemed so old. "My kit is dead because of your CLAN." Brindlepelt was worried that her mother would attack the other cat. "Is this what your clan stands for? What happen to the noble cats that use to be there?" at this point the other Fernclan cats has gathered in the clearing. Stonefoot dipped his head.
"The word of the leader is the warrior code. My clan mates have not choice but to follow Stromstar's orders. Your right we were not always like this and nether was Stormstar. He is not in his right mind." he paused as if he was wondering if he should continue. " He is on his last life. I think he wants to prove that we.. he is still strong. If you would allow it could I sit vigil for your apprentice? I can't bring hr back but I want her to know the guilt and regret I feel." Brindlepelt rose to her feet and made her way over to the injured cat and helped him to his feet and helped him lay down next to Bightpaw who was still caught in her own thoughts and Brindlepelt wonder what she was thinking about.
Next morning After Rosepaw had been buried Brindlepelt noticed Mistpaw was pacing in front of her grave. She watch as she then sat down.
"Why did you have to die." the she cat had tears running down her face. "We were suppose to become warriors. Fight and hunt together." She paused shaking and Brindlepelt wondered if she should get Blackface. "I'll never get to..." she paused again sobbing harder and she did not notice Brindlepelt when she came over to sit next her draping her tail over the young cats back.
"Tell her." Bindlepelt murmured and purred softly when Mistpaw Jumped. "It's better to say what to say now than to live your live with regret." the apprentice sighed.
"I'll never get to tell you that I love you."