It was five moons later, and after the battle, every thing seemed quiet. Even though there were lots of chatter from all the new warriors, the newest being Mosscloud and Spottedsky, and before them, Oakfall and Blazestrike. Cloverstar could never focus. Unless she was with Foxleap.
"Hey, do you want to hunt later?" He meowed.
"I'd love too." She meowed back, licking his ear as he left with his patrol. He gathered his patrol with him, with Toadstep side by side. Ever since Brightloud died, Cloverstar was sure to put him on as many patrols as possible, to save his grief.
She missed her friend as well, but it was harder on her family. Stormcloud, Echoheart and Silverwing stuck with their father as much as possible, whether it was patrols, or while sleeping, they never separated.
Gingerpaw, Squirrelpaw, Breezepaw and Honeypaw were also close to their warrior ceremonies, and Cherryfall had moved into the nursery, expecting Redheart's kits. Graykit, Leafkit, Smokekit and Sparrowkit were overjoyed to have company, and were getting into trouble daily now.
Life in ThunderClan was begining to get back to normal. Even their occasional run-ins with WindClan were returning, now that Harestar was leader. She never had her final revenge with him, but it wasn't over yet.
Another causality was Willowfrost. After the Revenge Day battle, her wounds didn't heal quite right. The one down her side that Cloverstar saw while Willowfrost was running after some traitors, they had grown infected. She was now in the medicine cat den permenantly. Dewfeather was terrified for his mate, and he and their kits, Mosscloud and Spottedsky, were constantly waiting and pacing outside of Jayfeather's den.
When the news came, it was no better than before.
"She has Greencough." Was all Jayfeather stated before returning to her side. No cat was to enter, in fear of catching it and spreading it around. Dewfeather was devastated, and Cloverstar was too, but she had to keep her feelings contained, as to not worry the clan.
But when her friend passed away in her sleep, she couldn't contain it any longer.
"Nooooo! WILLOWFROST! Nooo!" She sobbed loudly, when she bursted through the entrance to her den. She needed to be alone. But what you want is not always what you get.
"Cloverstar?" Meowed her favorite voice. It was Foxleap.
"What is it?" She sobbed, trying to control herself.
"I know your upset, but so are the others." He meowed quietly.
"I know, I know. I just never thought two of my best friends would leave me." She meowed.
"It's going to be alright. They'll be with each other in StarClan, and with Icecloud too." He meowed gently.
"Your right," she meowed, letting out a final sob. "Let me get cleaned up, and I'll be out there soon." He licked her head in farewell, and left the den.
Walking out of her den, she found her clanmates all huddled around the clearing, either looking up at her or down at the ground, grieving.
"Cats of ThunderClan," she yowled. She didn't see the need to use the call since the whole clan was gathered anyways. "As you know, Willowfrost has passed today. We shall grieve for her for many moons to come. Let us prepare for her vigil."
All night, she stayed awake, pushing her nose through her clanmates frozen fur. Silently, she let out a whimper.
Sandbreeze was on her left, and Foxleap on her right. Gingerpaw and Squirrelpaw nuzzled in beside their father. Mosscloud, Spottedsky and Dewfeather were close by, grieving the same way as Cloverstar.
Would this pain every end? She wondered! As she inhaled her scent for the very last time.
I know, I know. This is a pretty short chapter. Sorry... :3
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