Nothing Can Change (COMPLETE)

Chapter Twelve

"Flintpaw! Shadepaw! Maplepaw!" The clan cheered. It had been almost six moons since Thrushpelt spoke to Robinwing. The cold leaf-bare breeze made the Clan desperate, so Snowfur and Thistlestars kits were apprenticed early.
Thrushpelt blinked. A lot has changed. Cracklefrost had died three moons ago in a border skirmish with WindClan, and Cinderwing was no longer mentoring Echosky. Robinwing had moved to the nursery, with a litter, his kits.
He glanced inside the nursery. Marshkit, Mousekit and Lakekit were asleep in the moss. He purred. Just one moon before Robinwing had kitted them.
He glanced at them, seeing them clearly. Mousekit had a sandy grey pelt like his, dappled with black. Marshkit was a grey-ish blue, with white splashes. Lakekit had a dark brown pelt. He purred.
My daughters.. StarClan, he looked up. Please bless them. He blinked as a snowflake fell on his nose. He felt more happy then he has his entire life.
Bluefur was a crush to him, but he loved Robinwing, so when it was his turn, he'd wait for her. No other she cat. Robinwing would always be his true love.
    Oakshade sat with his new apprentice, Flintpaw. The tall tom was still grieving over the death of his mentor. Greencough had stolen his life.
     Thrushpelt flicked his ears when he heard coughing. Robinwing was coughing dangerously near the kits, and if she had whitecough, things could get bad.
    Suddenly, Lakekit started coughing. Thrushpelt's heart quickened, and Oakshade was in there within seconds.
He started to chew strange leaves and feed it to the kit. Thrushpelt's eyes widen in worry.
    "Is she alright?" He demanded.
"She's fine, but don't go in there!" His son snapped. Thrushpelt knew something was wrong.
"I'm sorry.. It's been hard without Featherwhisker." His sons meow drifted into a distracted whisper.
"Let me in." Thrushpelt stepped forward to the nursery.
Oakshade's eyes narrowed. "Over my dead body!" He snapped.
    "Listen fleabag! Just because you lost your mentor and your mother doesn't mean you can stomp around and start something!" Thrushpelt's meow was stern.
    "Why does it matter to you? You didn't even like Featherwhisker!" He growled.
   "Atleast I knew where my loyalties lie!" He roared.
    "Atleast you knew Bluefur! I wake up every morning knowing my mother is dead! What about you, huh? You don't even miss her!" Oakshade yowled, unsheathing his claws.
    Thrushpelt growled. "You fox-heart!" He screeched, lunging for Oakshade.
    Oakshade dodged his blow, watching him land with a thud.
   "You think your something?" Oakshade smirked. "You think because your a warrior and I'm a medicine cat means your stronger?" He taunted.
    "You are nothing!" Thrushpelt let out. He lunged at Oakshade, noting hard on his spine as if he were prey.
Oakshade shrieked. He went limp. Oh no! I never meant for this to happen!
Suddenly, Oakshade kicked him in the belly, knocking him off and sending him flying across the camp.
Thrushpelt growled, showing his teeth. Suddenly, Thistlestar leapt out.
"Stop!" Thistlestar stepped in between them. "You've terrified the kits!" Thrushpelt glanced at the nursery to see Marshkit, Mousekit and Lakekit were standing there, horrified.
   Oakshade sat down. "It's alright kits." He reassured them. "We were practicing our battle moves."
   Lakekit's eyes were wide. "But medicine cats can't fight!" She gasped. "They are weak!"
     Oakshade flicked his tail irritably. Flintpaw tapped his paw, quite annoyed at the kits remark.
    Flintpaw stood. He seemed like a warrior. His Amber eyes have him his name because his pelt was dark grey, but he chose the path of a medicine cat.
    Unlike Flintpaw, Shadepaw and Maplepaw were both white with black ears and yellow eyes. They stood by him, whispering reassurance.
Oakshade glared at Thrushpelt, and padded into the nursery.
Thrushpelt sites and padded to his best, burying his nose under his paws and drifting to sleep.

"Robinwing is dead!" A heartbreaking shriek awoke Thrushpelt, and he ran out of the den.
Echosky had called the alert. She stood, staring into the nursery.
Lakekit, Marshkit and Mousekit were wailing beside their older sister. "She won't wake up!" Marshkit cried.
Thrushpelt's chest felt heavy. Surely she can't be? Then he remembered the fight with Oakshade. Grief welled inside his heart, blurring his vision. I should've been reasonable! I wasn't thinking enough to know she was that sick! He cried out like a kit.
Echosky dragged her mothers body to the clearing, rain beginning to shower from the clouds, covering the dawn sky. Thrushpelt buried his face into Robinwing's pelt, letting out a loud groan.
Lakekit padded beside him. "Won't mommy wake up?" She asked, confused.
"No!" He snapped. "You'll never hear her voice or feel her fur next to yours. She's dead, we'll never see her again!" He wailed helplessly.
Lakekit's fear scent seeped through his nostrils. He hadn't meant to be so harsh.
He wrapped his tail around her, pulling her closely. "It'll be alright." His meow cracked as grief washed over him. Marshkit and Mousekit were asleep beside her head, their fur bristled.
   Lakekit let out a squeal of pain and buried her face into Robinwing's torso.
      Thrushpelt closed his eyes, unable to bear the pain bestowed upon his family and himself.