Warning!! Animal death ( more specifically cat death ) blood, gore, please do not continue if any of this makes you uncomfortable!!!

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Shadepaw trotted through the forest, his way back to camp.
Sparrowstrike was in front as they walked, and Shadepaw hissed in shock as his mentor stopped, frozen up.
“What’s wrong?…” Shadepaw peered around the gray tom, jaws gaping when he saw what the older cat was staring at.
Frostclaw. Blood streamed from the tom’s throat, running down into the puddle on the ground below him. His jaws were opened, glossy blue eyes staring forwards.
Shadepaw whimpered as Sparrowstrike stumbled towards the body, nudging the Siamese tom as if hoping he were sleeping.
“Starclan…” His mentor whispered, his voice soft with horror.
“We- we need to go get some-“
Before Sparrowstrike could finish,the sound of paws padding through the bushes interrupted.
“Oh, hello-“
The cat cut off, eyes rounding at the sight before it as it let out a shriek.
It was Lavenderswirl, her fluffy gray pelt spiking in shock.
“What happened?” Her voice shook as she padded stiffly over to stand beside Sparrowstrike, who Shadepaw could see was shaking.
Good question. He thought, pelt prickling with shock.
Sparrowstrike shook his head desperately, standing up slowly.
“Let’s- let’s just get him back to camp. Some one there may know something.”
Grief shone in the purple-gray she-cats green eyes as she helped drag her clanmate onto the gray tom’s back.
Shadepaw had faint memories of her and Frostclaw together a lot.
Maybe they had been mates? He couldn’t be sure.
“Shadepaw, come on.” Sparrowstrike looked up, eyes sharp with shock as if he had only just remembered his apprentice was there. Shadepaw nodded, padding forwards on shaky legs.
Sparrowstrike was in the middle, Lavenderswirl in front, Shadepaw in back.
Sparrowstrike had the Siamese tom’s body on his back, carrying him back to camp.
Shadepaw kept his gaze on the ground, unwilling to look up into the hollow eyes of Frostclaw.

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As the cats entered camp, the clan let out shrieks of shock and horror.
Immediately Pinestar rushed over, her tortoiseshell pelt bristling.
“What happened?” The leader demanded, waving her tail to try and quiet the cats around her.
Willowbreeze, a black and brown patched she-cat hurried forwards to help lower Frostclaw’s body onto the ground, letting it fall with a gentle thump.
Lavenderswirl stumbled over to lay beside her fallen mate, her nose buried in his scruff as she wailed.
Sparrowstrike shook his head as he stared at his leader.
“We- me and Shadepaw- found him. He was already gone.”
Pinestar nodded, her eyes narrowed with thought. Then her gaze switched to the apprentice, and her brown eyes glowed with worry.
“Are you alright, Shadepaw?”
He nodded his head quickly, trying to stop his limbs from shaking.
“Some cat go get Mintshine!” Pinestar yowled, watching as Wolffang, a smaller, wiry tom obeyed, trotting towards the medicine cat’s den.
When the black cat appeared again, the half-white half-black medicine cat was following, his mismatched eyes round with worry.
He seemed to bite back a wail when he saw his fallen clanmate, padding over to nudge Frostclaw’s limp body.
“Do- do you know what happened?” The multicolored tom whispered, horrified gaze turning on Pinestar, who shook her head.
“No. Sparrowstrike and Shadepaw found him.”
Mintshine nodded, padding over to the two cats to examine them.
“I’ll be right back.” He murmured, then padded back to his den.
When he came back, he was carrying multiple plants with him.
He lightly pawed a large pile away from a small herb.
“Here, some cats can begin licking these into his pelt.”
Some of the cats closer to Frostclaw grabbed up some of the stems.
Shadepaw noticed that Sparrowstrike joined them, licking the scented mint and lavender into Frostclaw’s fur, grooming him and preparing him for Starclan.
Mintshine slowly crouched, nudging Lavenderswirl’s side.
“Here, eat this.” He dropped the last stem at her paws, and she slowly lapped it up.
After he had made sure she had swallowed it all down, the medicine cat came and sniffed Shadepaw.
“Are you alright? Do you need something to calm down?” His mismatched eyes were round, voice soft with worry.
“I don’t think I need anything.” When the medicine cat nodded, Shadepaw swiftly added. “What did you give Lavenderswirl?”
Mintshine flicked an ear at him as he observed the cats grooming their fallen clanmate. “I gave her goatweed. It will help ease her grief.”
Shadepaw felt his jaws part, eyes rounding in shock for a moment. “Plants can do that?” He mewled, voice sharp with surprise.
Despite all that was happening, Mintshine let out a soft purr of amusement.
“Yes, herbs can do that. Now, I would recommend you go get something to eat, and then rest.” The multicolored tom meowed, flicking the apprentice’s side with his tail. Shadepaw nodded his head, padding off towards the prey pile.
He quickly grabbed a squirrel, then headed for the apprentices den.
Inside he ate his meal in quick, neat bites, finishing it quickly.
Once he had eaten, he curled up with his nose under his paws.

Woo!! This one’s a bit longer I think! I also made a drawing for it that I’m going to post!! Poor Frost :(
He and Lavender were mates, I may make a separate short story just for them later (not sure about that tho.)


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