Tangletuft's Mistake; (complete)

Chapter forty one

Hush gave out a sorrowful whimper as she stared at Patch's limp body. Her expression fell as she stared at her paws, ashamed for not saving him.

He was so young. Too young. He shouldn't have died at the paws of a stupid rogue. She could've saved him, she could've done more.

If only she was stronger.

"It's okay," Hush turned her head to see a cat she now knew was Sheep whisper "We've all lost a cat at our paws at some point. It happens to every cat at least once. Even me."

Hush turned away and stared at Patch again. She watched at his body, focusing so hard that her hearing shut out as Sheep was explaining his time of death. She saw as Patch's mother and father scurried out of the den. The look of horror on the mother's face almost unbearable as she ran up to her kit, looked up at the sky then back down and started crying. The father rested his tail supportably on her back, his eyes tearing.

Hush now watched as Forget and Clear saw their dead brother and how the two froze, just staring at Patch and their crying mother and sobbing father.
Once their paws began to work again, the two trains raced up to Patch. Forget placed her nose on Patch's patchy brown fur while Clear just stared, hurt that he had lost his littermate and his best friend.

Hush just gazed at the broken family unable to form tears. She felt herself crack inside but all she could do was stare.

Suddenly, the mother stood up. Anger shone deep within her green eyes. Patch's eyes were green.
But the mother stomped over to Hush and began screaming words at the top of her lungs.

Hush still sat frozen as the father tried to pull the mother away, and as Sheep defended Hush. She was too sorrowful to even move, to even talk, to even hear or be heard.

But eventually the mother collapsed in front of Hush, and began screaming and crying.

Hush could only imagine the pain of losing her kits, even though she didn't have any. She imagined instead losing Snowblaze, and her heart tugged at her fur.

Her eyes began to water as she imagined seeing her brother's dead body laying peacefully in the middle of camp.
She ran up to him and sniffed his fur, a smell of death which was trying to be hidden under herbs overwhelmed her, and she fell next to Snowblaze's side. She began thinking of the memories they had. Of them playing as kits and training as apprentices. She couldn't imagine living without him.

But the thing is; she was living without him.

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Okay this was super super short but I hope you enjoyed anyways. I just needed a sad chapter for Smoketa-er Hush I mean.

And I know they aren't technically brother and sister but she refers to him as one.

PLEASE JOIN MY CONTEST THE DETAILS ARE IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER

but yeah