The cats who hadn't died gathered far away from their camp, the formerly large, but now quite medium sized group ran up a mountain where the fire could not reach, since it was made of stone. He sat down outside of a small cave where the young, injured. and old cats were sitting for shelter. A white cat with a burnt leg walked over to him, her sight set directly at his. Her gait was weakened, but she seemed angry. Owlpaw couldn't blame her.. he was angry at himself too.. he had just been sulking around... maybe she was going to say something to him.
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Rekindle- A warrior cat short story
Short StoryOwlPaw tried to warn them. he really did! they wouldn't listen, and now most of them were dead. they blamed it on him, just like they always did... "I'm sorry!.. I didn't mean to... I'm horrible."