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Cragpaw took enough steps forward to rest his tail comfortingly on the leader's shoulder. He wasn't sure if he was allowed to do this, to trespass on the personal time of a cat of higher authority, but who would be against it? She was a cat, after all, and her place didn't matter right now. "Snowpaw's in a better place now, one with more trees and no two-legs," he meowed, staring down at Snowstar. "It's okay, we all need a good cry now and again. Let it all out now, so you can be strong for tomorrow. Snowpaw would want you to be happy, not sorry or sorrowful." He bit back his own sympathy, and wondered if he'd be able to say these words if he was in her position- if he'd lost Jagpaw. The thought of losing his brother made his chest tightened, but he forced the emotion aside, and focused on Snowstar. "She's in StarClan's paws, now."

Cragpaw flinched at the news, and a sudden wave of bashfulness washed over him. His cheeks reddened underneath his coat and his mind buzzed lightly. She liked me? He wondered, awed as to how he couldn't have noticed. His head lowered, and he studied his paws. But she's gone now... Poor thing, she had her whole life ahead of her, too. He looked at Snowstar and nodded, padding after her and falling into place abreast of the leader. I wonder why she wants to talk to Silverhawk, the apprentice thought, feeling a pang of wonder to the question if, perhaps, he was involved somehow in the death of Snowpaw. They were, after all, assigned to the same job, and nonetheless together when it happened. Was he guilty for something?

Silverhawk was surprised by her sudden burst of affection, and felt hope flutter inside his chest like a caged bird. Perhaps she'd forgiven him for the loss of her sister? He nodded and picked up the pace, Jagpaw doing his best to match the warrior's gait. Cragpaw pulled back to help as well, and together, the three toms moved forward with the speed of a single cat not burdened with the weight of a fallen feline. The crashing sound grew closer, and Silverhawk called passed the fur to Snowstar, "We have to hurry!"

The three had paused to reposition themselves, placing Snowpaw over Silverhawk's shoulders and having the brothers support him on either side. This improved their speed, and soon the crunch and crash of trees behind them faded away. Silverhawk glanced over his shoulder, passed the fur, to see their old land disappearing from view, and let his ears fall. It was good to us, eh thought, before looking down at the two apprentices abreast of him. "New futures for us, eh?" he said, trying to cheer the two up from their state of quietness. Even Cragpaw seemed troubled, but the young tom brightened at his words. "And new horizons to discover!" He added with his usual cheerfulness.

Silverhawk nodded, and crouched to let the brothers pull Snowpaw off his shoulders. He rolled his shoulders to get used to the feeling of lifted weight, before prowling forward to stand beside Snowstar. His green-yellow eyes searched the kits, and he raised a brow suspiciously. "Strange..." he murmured, narrowing his eyes. "What kind of Clan would want to leave their kits behind like this?" he looked at Snowstar, an ear twitching.

Silverhawk nodded and hurried away to fulfill the duty. Jagpaw stepped aside to let him take the elders, and joined the warriors as they explored the camp. Cragpaw padded over, purring at the sight of the kits. "They're so cute!" He claimed, lowering to meet the gaze of one of them. "Hi there, little guy!" He chuckled cheerfully.

"They're as close as me and Jagpaw!" Cragpaw said, straightening to a standing position. "The tom-kit's like him, always protecting me from whatever comes our way." He gave a light laugh before looking down at the she-kit who'd rubbed against him, and nuzzle her head with his nose. "I wonder what wiped out their Clan... hey, what are your names anyways?"

((Let's just say they had a growth-sprout XD))

Cragpaw nodded. "Sounds good- welcome to the Clan, Lillypaw, Tigerpaw, and Fallenpaw. I'll show you to the other apprentice, my brother, Jagpaw, and then he'll show us where we'll be staying." He glanced over his shoulder, only guessing the older tom had found a den for them, before turning to the three and adding sadly, "We recently lost one of our friends, Snowpaw, to a falling tree, so there's only two of us now, but with the three of you, the Clan will recover much more quickly." He looked at Lilypaw and smiled, before beckoning with his tail and bounding away, calling, "Follow me!"

"Jagpaw, come here a second, will you? We have new cats!" The larger tabby's head lifted at his brother's voice, and he turned to see Cragpaw bouncing toward him with three cats trailing behind. He flicked an ear, eyes narrowed a bit. "Those are the kits, aren't they?" He asked. The apprentice nodded, introducing them individually and pointing with his tail, before saying, "They'll be training with us from now on. Have you found the new apprentices den?" He peered passed Jagpaw, at the small entrance behind him, and turned his ears to listen. "I think this'll do fine, it's bi enough to fit all of us, and a couple more, too."

Silverhawk spotted Snowstar, and felt obliged to see what was bothering her- if he did not already know. He leapt up the rocks to where her den resided before poking his head into the den, meowing with dull cheeriness, "You look down."

Cragpaw seemed pleased by Lilypaw's closeness, and he purred delightedly at her touch, while Jagpaw tried to hide his enflamed cheeks with his bothered expression. He glanced at the trio, gaze switching from one to the other, and meowed, "How old are you guys, anyway?"

Silverhawk looked at her, eyes flashing with pity and sorrow. "You're brother must have been a great cat," he murmured, looking at his paws. He laid his tail comfortingly on her shoulders. "My sister and I were never close, save the fact she's still alive, so I wouldn't know what it's like to lose a sibling, but I'm sure that, as crushed as you may be, you're brother and sister wouldn't want you to grieve for them to long." He smiled, although he was unsure of his words. "They're in better places, roam fresher lands, and watch over you from above. You can rest now, knowing that no more danger will befall them."