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Tumblestripe lay on the ground, using all his energy to breath in short gasps.

Gingersky yowled at the two apprentices. "Stop it! We want Tumblestripe to have no regrets before he goes to Starclan! Bloodpaw, come here if you want to say goodbye!" She almost choked on the words "say goodbye"

Gingersky also stood up to allow the young cats to sit down. Tumblestripe's eyes were closed and his breath was uneven, but he was still holding on.

One of his eyes flickered open. "It's not your fault, I let this happen," his voice croaked, as if he hadn't used it for seasons. "I-i want you to be happy," he told her

"No, Bloodpaw," Tumblestripe meowed softly. "I do not want you to die with regrets, like me. Please, you can free yourself. None of this was your fault. Your instinct brought you to our clan, and I would've done the same thing if I were you. They chose to come after you, it is not your fault."

"And I will always believe in you," he told her. "I'll watch over you, high up in Starclan. I'll always be close though, right in your heart." He lifted his paw up and touched her pelt in the place her heart was.

"I am proud of you, Bloodpaw" he told her. Then, his eyes closed and his paw fell softly to the ground. Tumblestripe was dead.

ooc: Well, Tumblestripe just died and all the cats are mourning over his death basically. Oh, and Whitepaw told Bloodpaw that he likes her

ic: Gingersky spoke softly, "I can't think of words to describe him. He was original; he was himself."

ooc: BloodyThePsychoKitty, you should probably explain this one.

Gingersky stared after Fogpaw. That's a shame, she thought. She could've been a great warrior. And where is her mentor?

Gingersky looked down at the young cat. "Tumblestripe couldn't hold on, Bloodpaw. He tried to, but no cat can live forever. You avenged Tumblestripe's death already by killing your brothers. And we did what we could to save him."

Gingersky noticed something odd about the she-cat. "Streamfur, may I speak to you for a moment?" she turned then to Timberpaw. "Take her place," she told him.

Gingersky watched the young apprentice in horror. She raced to Whitepaw and took his place. "Go after her," she hissed.

Gingersky padded out of her den, and rushed over to Streamfur, who was holding Whitepaw.

Gingersky laid Whitepaw down and brought out quite a few herbs. Once she had treated his wounds, she sat back and watched.

Gingersky meowed softly, "Would you like to tell me what happened to you, young one?" she asked Whitepaw.

Gingersky looked at the young tom, her eyes widening. "W-whitepaw..." she meowed softly. "NO!" she yowled.

"How could Starclan let this happen?" she asked herself.

Gingersky looked at Bloodpaw and meowed softly, "Come here, I can treat you now." She cleared a space in the medicine den and gathered a few herbs.

Gingersky applied some poultices to Bloodpaw's wounds and wrapped cobwebs around some of them. "There," she told Bloodpaw. "Just stay in the medicine den for a few days, and you should be fine after that."

She then turned to Timberpaw and meowed gently, "Visiting hours are over. If you want to help Bloodpaw, go ask Streamfur if you and her could go hunting. I don't want to see cats just lingering around camp."

Hey, should/can I make another cat since Tumblestripe died?