Stormgaze rushed up to the cats who had returned to the camp. They were all injured badly. "What happened?" She demanded. Rain soaked her fur.

"Rogues attacked us," Bramblehawk panted, his eye closed from a bleeding scratch. 

Stormgaze looked at the patrol. Squirrelstar had sent Sharptalon and Firestorm  to go and find the patrols, but Sharptalon wasn't with them. 

"Where is Sharptalon?!" Stormgaze asked in panic. Her heart was pounding. 

"I-I'm sorry, Stormgaze, but Sharptalon is dead," Mossheart sighed, her eyes clouded.

Stormgaze bristled and froze. Her heart pounded harder and her heart seemed to break in half. "No! He can't be dead!" She cried out. She lashed her tail. "Who killed him?" She demanded.

"He pushed his father into the flames but... his father took him with him," Ivypool meowed, coming up. Wingpaw was at her mentor's side. Her eyes were clouded with grief. 

"You let him die?!" Stormgaze hissed, outraged. She lashed her tail even more. Heartless cats! "How could you of just stood there and watch him get pulled into the flames?" She hissed at Ivypool, glaring at the deputy. 

Wingpaw stood protectively in front of her mentor. "Stop! This isn't her fault! I know how you feel, but his death is nobody's fault. We were fighting Darktail and couldn't save him."

Stormgaze glared at them. "Sharptalon is gone now," she mumbled, her eyes clouding. "I'll never see him again, and the kits will grow up without him," she whimpered.

Mothstripe, Twistedfoot, Flamedawn, Leafpool, and Auburnpaw hurried over to the injured warriors, herbs in their jaws. 

Stormgaze was drifting off in her thoughts. Poor Sharptalon. I have nothing to remind me of him. And he just was gone... just gone like that! She whipped around and sat in the clearing. The rain soaked her pelt. Rest well, love. I won't ever forget you.