Nothing Can Change (COMPLETE)

Chapter Fourteen

    Thrushpelt woke, soaked in sweat. He had a terrible nightmare about Robinwing drowning in blood. He sat up, and a strange sent wafted up his nose. Fox!
    He padded out, noticing that most Warriors were out of the den. He sniffed. The scent was stale, but Flintmint was crying out.
   He tipped his head to the side in confusion, and padded towards the noise. Cinderwing was crouched by a limp body, Flintmint crying out beside her.
   He narrowed his eyes, adjusting to the darkness and realized the limp shape was... No.. Oakshade! StarClan no! He stared in terror as blood dropped down from his sons forehead.
   Flintmint cried out. "I woke and a fox was leaving, it destroyed the herbs and Oakshade was dying. I got Cinderwing.. I.. I.." He cried.
   Cinderwing raced out of the den, crying loudly in the clearing.
   Soon all the cats were out of their dens, meowing in confusion and curiosity as to why the deputy was yowling.
Thrushpelt stumbled out. "Oakshade is dead." He informed the clan and padded back into the medicine den. Flintmint was burying himself into Oakshade's pelt.
"He's never coming back.." Flintmint shuddered.
"Don't say that! There must be some herb or something I-"
Flintmint snapped at him. "Shut up! Can't you see it's over? He's dead!"
He blinked, blind with grief and rage. "He was my son." He hissed.
  Flintmint scowled. "He was my mentor."
  Thrushpelt felt a growl building up in his throat. He snarled at the arrogant medicine apprentice.
   Flintmint took him by surprise, the young tom weighed him down, and scratched his flank with sloppy aim, hitting the ground.
   Thrushpelt kicked at his exposed belly with his hind paws, suddenly aware of the blood welling out. He stopped.
   Cinderwing leapt between them. "You will not harm a hair on this cat!" She screamed at Thrushpelt. Flintmint was padding to his den, the dusty scent of cobwebs and marigold lingered.
   Thrushpelt scowled at his deputy and daughter.
   She flicked her tail and padded off. The elders began to pad out, Thistlestar hustling them. "Get the body out of camp." He whispered sharply to them, they raced past, grabbing Oakshade's body and ran out of camp.
    Cinderwing was the one to say something. "No vigil? Not even for my brother?" She yowled.
   He flicked his tail to summon her closer, and they soon were deep in conversation.
  Thrushpelt sighed. He blinked at Shadelight, who was heavy with Marshtail's kits. His son, Marshpaw had received his name, Marshtail just a moon ago. 
   He looked around. Elders complaining of ticks and Shadelight yowling at Marshtail to stop complaining. The camp seemed empty, with no 'paws or kits. Echosky and Marshtail had been doing the apprentice tasks, dreading every second.
   Thrushpelt's whiskers twitched in amusement. It had been almost five moons since Oakshade had passed. He looked at the sky. Were they watching?