Riversplash's Defeat (plan on finishing soon)

Chapter nineteen

Riverpaw felt his heart ache for his friend as she lead them back to a nest.

We should have been able to save him. Even if I didn't know him very well. He was a nice cat from what I know.

Riverpaw let his feet drag a bit in his shame.

"That's unfortunate to hear." Sapwhisker meowed with a respectful dip of her head.

Zinnia nodded at them, approaching the nest with a scratched up cat.

She indicated with her head.

"That's Flare. If you could spare a moment or two after finishing up helping my group I would like you to bury him. He's my kin. His mother will be very upset when she wakes up to see he didn't make it."

Zinnia's face contorted in emotion.

"I will miss him greatly."

The dead tom in front of Riverpaw and his clanmates was a reddish Tom with white paws.

The Tom's eyes were opened, yet glazed dead. His eyes were a brilliant green color.

It was unfortunate he was dead because he looked like a fine young Tom.

And he would make a good warrior if he made it. I could have convinced him to join the clan as well, and he would be a very valuable asset to the Clan.

Riverpaw shook the thought out of his head.

But that wasn't going to happen. He was dead.

And it's all my fault. Why'd I have to talk a long time?

Riverpaw couldn't help the feeling of regret worm it's way into his mind.

He would definitely be in better relations with Zinnia if he had brought Sapwhisker in time.

He just prayed in the name of StarClan that Zinnia wouldn't hate him for as long as he lived and blamed him for it every single sunrise and sunset.

Zinnia laid a paw on her kin, sorrow in her yellow eyes as she dully stared at nothing.

She then came back, and turned to Sapwhisker.

"I'll show you to my mother, Gecko now." She told her.

Sapwhisker flicked her tail in confirmation with a confused look.

Riverpaw knew she didn't understand her slang either.

Sapwhisker's brown-and-cream pelt raised up in alarm as she followed.

She must of not been surrounded by so many injured or sick cats before. Especially since the clan had a lack of warriors.

Riverpaw prayed what he and his clanmates were doing was enough to keep the clan alive because Riverpaw didn't know what he would do if his clan went extinct.

It would be the ShadowClan and SkyClan problem all over again, except this time with the greatest clan to ever have existed: RiverClan.

Zinnia took Sapwhisker over to her mother, Moonshine flanking her with distrust in his gaze and his whisker quivering in hate.

"Is he going to keep flanking them the whole time?" Kelp wondered as the two young cats watched the interaction.

Riverpaw's ears folded a bit.

"I do not know. All I know is my clan seems to have some sort of grudge against outsiders." Riverpaw meowed.

Kelp jolted in shock.

"Huh. Isn't that a little odd?"

"A little...what?" Riverpaw asked in confusion.

He wish he understand these mouse-brains a little more.