Chapter10:
Streamflower's POV~
I stared at Rowangrass, almost afraid to wonder what he was going to say. I shivered a bit, and Thornfire pressed up against me. Then Rowangrass began to speak.
"Streamflower, Thornfire," he said, then he hesitated before finshing. "Your father, Hawkwing, is dead." He said getting straight to the point. I gasped, and then began to shake. My Father? Dead? But how? And why?
"How?" asked Thornfire quietly, clearly, and with a touch of quiet authority. Fallenrain pushed her way through the crowd. She glared at Rowangrass, as if telling him to stay out of it.
"Hawkwing..." She began, then she shook herself and started over. "Hawkwing was hunting alone by the border. There was no one nearby. We don't know exactly what happened, but we think he was attacked by rogues. Silverpaw found his body later as she was gathering herbs by the border. His body was covered in blood and scratches. It scared her so much. That's why she's so distant. She's grieving. And this all happened while you were in the tunnels." she said.
I stared in shock. "Father..." I whispered. He and Snowpaw had died on the same day. One solitary tear dropped from my eyes, and I began to weep. Snowpaw and my father. How could the stars allow this? How? Why were they so cruel? Did they have any love for me at all? I looked up, and I thought I saw that one of the two new stars in the sky winked at me, as if telling me not to grieve, telling me they were fine. Everything began to blur, and I stumbled forward and hit my head on a sharp stone. Everything melted away.