Short chapter, but the next is WAY long. No one got who the mate was right, sorry!
Fawnpelt's den was full of cats. Some were bleeding heavily; others just had nicks and scratches. A few cats were there simply for shock, including Snowbird. The she-cat had taken poppy seeds, but she was still sitting, staring vacantly by a tom. Every once in a while she nudged him, and tried to peer over Fawnpelt's back to see if he was okay.
The toms brown pelt was matted and dirty; his eyes open in semi-consciousness that could only be brought by pain. His panting breaths became faster, and just before they stopped, he muttered an "I love you," to Snowbird.
A shriek emerged from Snowbird's lips, and finally, shock overcame her and she fainted. At that moment, she lost everything. Fishstream and Sunfang gently carried her to the nursery, so she could sleep.
Rabbitfoot was dead, but thankfully, he was the only one.
It was Rabbitfoot! Lionclaw already had a son, but who? Who could it be? I know! I know! Pick me!
Aneis