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Hey! This is a random story I came up with! The chapters will each have a different genre! So enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own warriors.

WARNING: SPOILERS FOR BLUESTAR’S PROPECHY!

The genre for this one-shot: Tragedy, Angst and Hurt/Comfort.

Devastating

“Moonflower?” Snowpaw made no attempt to keep the panic out of her voice when she emerged from the brambles and saw her mother. Moonflower’s state was devastating, clumps of fur missing, blood stained fur, deep wounds. Snowpaw half ran half slid down the slope, terror showing in her eyes.

Snowpaw began the lap at Moonflower’s pelt.

‘NO! SHE CAN’T BE DEAD! She just can’t be…..’ Snowpaw thought desperately. Her one and only mother couldn’t be dead!

“Is she badly hurt?” Snowpaw asked between licks. She said this only to try and convince herself that her mother was still alive

“Featherwhisker’s tending to Smallear. Should I call him?” She didn’t want to be anywhere near Goosefeather right now. It was his fault that Moonflower was dead. Snowpaw feared she would attack him if she saw him to try to avenge her mother. But Goosefeather didn’t kill him, Hawkheart did.

Hawkheart would suffer for this, if she got a hold of him one day. She couldn’t fight him now because she didn’t know any battle moves yet. Bluepaw stared at Snowpaw blankly.

“She’s dead.” Snowpaw could hardly hear her sister. She knew Moonflower was dead.

‘Hawkheart should be killed.’

Snowpaw fought the urge to rush back into the Windclan camp and try to tear Hawkheart to pieces.

“No!” Snowpaw’s grieved wail ended in a feeble whimper. Snowpaw fell to the ground. She felt Bluepaw bury her nose in her fur.

“She promised she wouldn’t leave us!” That was true Moonflower had said that. And what about Stormtail? Did he know that Moonflower had died.

“It’s okay.” She heard Bluepaw say. She knew that was a lie.

“I’ll take care of you now.” Anger flooded Snowpaw’s mind.

“I don’t need taking care of. I need Moonflower!” And with that Snowpaw summoned her strength, got up on her paws and dove after Pinestar.

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