(I won't post without you. Probably 'cuz I have nothing to post... But oh well. :P )

((Kay.))

Leopardpaw gasped as she saw him lose a life and, scared for her own life, the young apprentice ran. She wasn't sure where she was running, nor did she care, but it was towards Deathclan. Maybe they would accept her, for she'd always been a freak here. She collapsed in a heap at the front of Deathclan camp. She wasn't tired, but she was scared to walk in...

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Moonwater's eyes widened, "B-But, they always told us you were evil, that you had meant this to happen." She cocked her head. She was trying to look throguh the slime to see the cat he had once been. Finally, she did it. Now, not a slime cat, standing in front of her was a beautiful cat. She sighed lovingly and then shook the feeling away. It was forbidden to love Cursedsoul. Of course, to the rest of the cats, he wouldn't look like himself without slime. He would still be a slime cat to them, but she had looked past the slime...

((I'm baaack.  8D))

Winterstar growled as he stood up.  "Three lives.. Only three lives left."  He said to himself, unable to believe it.  He looked up at Wolfsong.  "Leave her, she is a traitor now."  He gasped as he almost fell over.  "Let's go back to camp, we must rest and be healed."  He started to limp back to camp, barely able to keep his balance.

Flowerstorm and Honestheart trekked back to camp with the rest of the clan.  Neither of them had bad injuries.  They both went directly to the warrior den, exhausted.

Snippaw bounded up to her father.  "Did we win?  We won right?  We better have won."

Winterstar glanced at his daughter for a few seconds, then went into his den and fell asleep, needing to recover from loosing a life.

"Well that was rude."  Snippaw hissed. 

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Sharptooth looked up, seeing Nightstar come into camp with something in her jaws.  He stood up from his resting position, and trotted over to her.  "Hello Nigh-"  He stopped when he saw what she was holding.  "No.."  He gasped, staring at dead Raptor-Cat.  "She's.. Just sleeping.. Right..?"  He asked, his voice sounding like a kit.

Poisonfang slithered out from the medicine cat den.  His eyes were tired-looking and baggy, and his joints ached when he moved.  The worst part was that he wasn't even that old.  He looked at his clanmates, waiting for them to come to the medicine den to be healed.

Furyheart looked at the cats coming back from the battle.  She had been unable to go with them because she needed to guard the clan just incase the Frostclan cats tried to get there.  By chance, she had glanced at the entrance to the clan and saw a Frostclan cat there.  Her hackles raised and she started to shift into were-form, but something held her back.  Returning to normal, she padded to the cat, looking down at her.  "Who are you?"  She asked, her voice nicer then she meant it to be, but it still had a hint of a snarl.

((Slurpee can have Featherpaw see Nightstar carrying Sharpclaw's body.  8c  *Sadness*)) 

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"I didn't."  Cursedsoul replied.  "I never wanted anything like this to happen.  I thought I could help, and now I would do anything to make everything normal again."  He looked back up at the cat.  For a few seconds he couldn't help noticing how beautiful she was, but he quickly shook the feeling off.  She would never love me.  He thought to himself. 

( *More sadness* D: )

Featherpaw saw her mentor. "Sharpclaw!" she shouted and ran over.  She nudged Sharpclaw.  "What..happened? She isn't... you know... gone, right..?"  Featherpaw was close to tears.

(Oh, gawsh. D': So sad.)

Sharptooth looked at the apprentice.  His eyes starting to water.  "She.. She is."  He said, sniffling.  "Oh Starclan.. Why?  The last thing I said to her... The last thing I told her.."  He couldn't hold back the tears.

Winterstar growled.  "I just need rest is all, I'll see the medicine cat after everyone else does if it'll make you happy." 

"No.. She can't be!" Featherpaw protested. "She just... can't.."  StarClan, why? She had so much ahead of her... and she was the best mentor - not to mention only mentor - I ever had! She had just gotten me, too! Oh, why?? Why...??  A silent tear dropped from Featherpaw's eye.

Wolfsong nodded sadly. "Yes winterstar." He licked at his bleeding pads. "Would you like me to stay or leave you to your peace?"

Tears went down Sharptooth's face.  "I can't believe it.  It can't be real."  He bent down over Sharpclaw's body.  "I didn't mean what I said before.  You are a good warrior."  He whispered into her fur.

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"Peace please.."  Winterstar replied, curling up and drifting off to sleep. 

Featherpaw nuzzled her dead mentor. Her fur was still soft.  Still partially warm..

Sharptooth still had his head bent, and his eyes were closed.  He wondered why things like this had to happen, why death even had to happen.  He wanted his sister back, he wanted to have fun and cause trouble like they used to when they were kits and apprentices.  His sister, his only family in the clan, was dead, and he could do nothing about it.