New apprentice- Sneezepaw

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    Duskpaw growled and dug his claws into the ground. "She will!" He declared.
    Screechpaw was calmer and just nodded, stroking his triplet's spine with his white tail. "Steady," he whispered. Duskpaw swallowed and sheathed his claws.

    Brushtail nodded his head and gave the apprentices a lick on their heads before going to sit by Winterclaw.

    " She can't die," Duskpaw hissed so only Screechpaw could hear. "Not like Sunset."
    "Don't call her by her kittypet name," Screechpaw replied, equally a quiet.
    "But she never made it to apprentice!" Duskpaw retorted. "She was never Sunsetpaw, she was always just Sunset! She died just like Winterclaw might- our sister, Screechpaw! Don't you remember the last thing she said to us?"
    Of course Screechpaw remembered. He found his brother's emerald green eyes and his own yellow ones gazing down into his sister's fiery orange ones. 'Dusk,' she croaked. 'Screech. Whatever you do, whatever happens next, make sure no cat suffers what I have. No cat deserves this much pain.'
    Dusk and Screech each licked their littermate sadly. 'We promise,' Screech murmered, running a gray paw down her ginger pelt. His white body was shaking, but he, as the calm one, was as always in control.
    'Yeah,' Dusk added, his black fur brushing his sister's. 'We promise.'
    'That's good,' Sunset purred. Then her chest was still an her gaze was empty. She was dead.
    Screechpaw blinked as the vision disappeared. He found his brother looking at his paws, unable to speak.
    He licked Duskpaw comfortingly.

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    Brushtail glanced back at the apprentices and mewed, "Could one of you go check on Sneezepaw?"

    Duskpaw stood up and nodded. "I'll go," He mewed, struggling to show only calm. He padded into where his tiny denmate lay and sniffed him. "Please wake up, Sneezepaw," He murmered. "I don't want to take you to your twolegs."


    Sneezepaw yowled in protest in his head. He loved his twolegs, but if they took him to them now they would take him to the cutter, and starclan knows what he would do!