Challenge, Sorrow.
"CROWPAW!" Poppypaw screamed. She dodged between fights and sometimes scratched back for good measure. "CROWPAW!" She screamed, louder. Some fights stopped when they heard the scream. "CROWPAW!" She yelled, yet even louder. Soon she was beside her brother, a silky gray tom. A jaw mark was at his neck and blood flowing from it, fast. It was late to save him. He was dead.
"No." she heard someone whisper. She didn't bother to see who it was. She already knew it was one of Crowpaw's best of friends, second to Poppypaw of course. Beside her was Greenpaw, a black tom with green eyes. Poppypaw collapsed to the floor weeping over her dead brother. "No." Greenpaw cried, louder this time. He was soon lying beside Poppypaw, crying hid heart out too. The fighting had stopped. Both Shadowclan and Windclan were at a stand still.
"Why did you have to come!" Shouted one of Poppypaw's closet friends, Mosspaw. "WHY?!" She repeated.
"We're sorry..." began a Windclan cat.
"Sorry doesn't bring back the dead!" Mosspaw yelled making the Windclan cat cower in fear.
"Leave us." Brookstar ordered.
"You will not..." Started Silverstar, the leader of Windclan.
"Leave us and don't come back ever again." Brookstar ordered with a snarl.
Silverstar left leading her clan behind her.
Brookstar went to Poppypaw's side. She too was crying since Poppypaw and Crowpaw were her kits. Brookstar's mate, Poppypaw's father, Oaktail was with too. Mosspaw gave Poppypaw a nod of support before getting Greenpaw away from Crowpaw to give the family some peace.
Crowpaw wasn't the only who had died. Rosepetal, a warrior, and Swampfoot, an elder, had also died. Right now though, only Crowpaw and Windclan were on her mind. Why? Was the only question in Poppypaw's head right. Why this, why now, why bring so much sorrow over some stupid piece of land. Windclan could have for all she cared. All Poppypaw wanted was her brother back.
"He's already begun his journey to Starclan." A cat assured Poppypaw couldn't look away from her brother's face but she could tell it was Dawnpaw, the Medicine Cat's apprentice.
"I want him with me now." Poppypaw cried.
"Hush dear." her mother soothed. Poppypaw looked up at Brookstar.
"Why did it have to be him? Why? Why not someone else? Why did it happen to my brother, your son."
"I don't know dear. All we can do is wait to see him again.
"Can you take to the Moonstone next time you go." Poppypaw asked. Brookstar looked down at her with a puzzled look. "Can you take me to the Moonstone so I can see Crowpaw again the next time you go?"
"Of course dear. I'll take Dustpaw too since she lost her mother. They were so close." I didn't like Dustpaw much but she wasn't caring right now. She'd worry about it later. I gave my mother a nod.
Soon the 3 bodies would be buried. Brookstar, Oaktail and Poppypaw would burry Crowpaw. Swampfoot's son, Redclaw would burry him with his mate's help. Dustpaw and her older sister, Whiteheart.
When Brookstar and Oaktail began to dig a hole under Crowpaw's favorite tree, Poppypaw noticed something. She sniffed the jaw mark on Crowpaw's neck and realized it was not the sent of Windclan but the scent of Shadowclan and that wasn't because Crowpaw was a Shadowclan cat it was because the sent of the jaw mark had that Shadowclan sent put, like every cat, it had its own touch. This cat's touch was ginger sent mixed with mint. "I will find your murderer brother," Poppypaw whispered in her brother's ear, "If it's the last thing I do." With that she licked Crowpaw's wound clean and then again once on the check. As Poppypaw watched her parentslower her brother's body she knew would keep her vow, no matter the costs.