"What?! I can't believe you'd actually think that I'd kill my friend!" Firestorm said, obviously getting quite offended.

"Just leave, FireStorm!" Darkfang hissed.

Firestorm looked at his sister, cherrypelt, then at his mate rainfall and his kits who looked at him with straight faces.

"I see I'm not wanted." Firestorm murmured as he left...venturing off into the forest....alone.

The rest of the cats stood by heatherhearts body, soon puffy eyed oakcloud picked his sister up and started to carry her off to the burial, the other cats behind him.

Later they went back to the clan.

Silence was what filled the clan....

Nothing more...

But why would they talk?

They lost a young warrior, not to mention a queen.

But how the thought all went through most their minds that she is probably reunited with hawkkit.

Rainfall nudged her kits toward the nursery.

Her fur was bristled a bit...obviously on the high end anxious and alert side.

Squirrelkit sat in the back of the nursery, afraid of what she had just seen....

Her mom...dead.

And how she saw her the last time.

Squirrelkit only now started crying...falling right next to birdtalon.

Oakcloud Was having an emotional moment.

Crying.

While cherrypelt reassured him.

"I want hawkkit back! And mommy too!"

Birdtalon looked at his kit as pain struck...he kept thinking of how heatherheart didn't say anything...But she was her mother so it that makes sense...

"Never." Birdtalon said painfully.

"What?! No no.."

"I'm sorry but they're not...not....not coming back." He practically choked on those last words.

Squirrelkit immediately broke into tears wanting her mom back.

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Whitepaw sat next to darkfang like any other day.

Like besties.

"I don't get why all this is happening...oh get me that nice vole.."

Whitepaw walked over to the fresh kill pile and picked up a vole and murmured, "This?"

"No the crow..." Darkfang said sarcastically.

Whitepaw carried it over and dropped it near darkfangs paws.

Darkfang started eating some of it while whitepaw just sat there watching.

"As I was saying, These mouse brains better had accused the right cat."

"Right..." The Tom cat murmured.

"Whitepaw it's time for training!" Cherrypelt practically yelled.

Darkfang looked at whitepaw, some food on his muzzle

"Mhmm *chew crunch* well I'm going to sleep..."

"Night...whitepaw said and quickly headed out of the den and made his way towards cherrypelt.

"I think it's time you learn some fighting moves." Cherrypelt said while they started walking out.

Whitepaw didn't want to learn any combat moves so he felt a bit uneasy.

Why wouldn't he want to learn combat though??
Well Whitepaw is a caring soul, and he doesn't really know if he wants to even be a warrior or not but he would like to take on his father's destiny-who is deceased- but he also kinda wants to be just like any other warrior.

"Oh...ok."

Oh okay? That's how he responded? Well I'm not surprised.

"Try to at least show how you'd attack."

Whitepaw stood in a pouncing position, cherrypelt in front of him.
He lunged toward her but cherrypelt casually just moved to the left causing poor whitepaw to lose balance and tumble to the ground.

"Try again."

They did this one more time and cherrypelt corrected him, saying how to really attack.

He still didn't get it though.

They worked on the same move over and over and over again, trying to accomplish it.

But before they could even realize...it was nighttime.

"Lets go..." Cherrypelt murmured sounding tired but also quite serious.

Whitepaw nodded and followed cherrypelt back to the clan but before he could make it to the entrance, he heard the slightest noise.

He looked over to tell cherrypelt but she wasn't there.

His ear flicked and he walked towards the noise as though if it was a just a mouse.

To me it didn't sound like a mouse.

Sounded more like a cat for starclans sake.

Suddenly he felt a bit unsure so he turned around to leave.

"Whitepaw."

Whitepaw stopped in his tracks not bothering to turn around because he already knows who the cat is...

"Whitepaw you should know that you should never back away."

Whitepaw still stood frozen.

"Face me!"

Whitepaw turned around and faced the cat...

"I think it's time we sort stuff out...come." the cat started walking, whitepaw not far behind.

I swear it's like this cat is the pied piper.

"Where are we going..." Whitepaw said quietly once they were far away from the clan.

"Your going to catch a piece of prey."

Despite his combat skills he's amazing when it comes to hunting so without hesitation Whitepaw quickly started to scent any piece of prey.

He kept walking but went low to the ground once he heard something nearby.

His golden eyes looked around, finally spotting the rabbit.

He started to slowly approach, stopping two tail lengths away-surprised a rabbit didn't run yet-
He was just about to pounce but suddenly he got pushed down to the ground.

Looking up he saw the cat who brought him here.

"Whatre you doing...?" Whitepaw whispered.

"Time to train for a battle." The cat said sickly just before scratching at his side, causing a quiet yowl to escape his mouth.

Whitepaw tried to wiggle free, grabbing the smallest amount of fur.

The cat stared at whitepaw for a second
Why? Hesitant? Remorse? Or just giving poor whitepaw a false hope?

Who knows but the cat growled and bit into his neck ripping out a chunk of skin.

Whitepaw was still struggling through ragged breaths...

I should have just went to the clan. Was what he thought before becoming a limp frozen apprentice...White fur with blood spalttered on him.

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The next day.

Cherrypelt woke up a bit groggy, hearing more irritated cats.

"Where is he?! Where's my buddy? He should've brought me food by now!! Where is he!!" That is obviously Darkfang who actually made an attempt to leave the warrior den.

"Maybe out for a walk?"

"Where? To the mountains??"

Whitepaw has been dead for an entire day and no one has found out yet.

"My apprentice is gone?!" Cherrypelt snapped.

The rest of the cats came out of their dens.

"We need to find him..." Cherrypelt quickly added, "he can't fight."

They all nodded in agreement.

Darkfang, cherrypelt, and oakcloud went to search.

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They came across a small pool of
blood which was drying into the grass and a white mostly blood filled Tom cat in it.

"Whitepaw!" Cherrypelt yelped and all of them ran to his side..
The young apprentice was limp, and just as beautiful and kind as he looked when he was alive.

"Oakcloud go get the others." Cherrypelt said.

Oakcloud nodded and walked away back toward the clan.

Darkfang nudged whitepaw but their was no heart rate or anything...

"He was my pal."

The others came back and let me tell you...
Everyone gasped at how the young apprentice is dead.

(Accusation next- NOTE: the accusation/voting will be a bit different.)