Chapter One: The sad death

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     "I hope my mother is proud of me... and Brokenstar." The little kit muttered, blood flowing from between his tiny jaws.
"Hush." Was all the bigger cat replied with. "I'm sure they are."
"Will I be a warrior in StarClan?" Badgerpaw asked.
"I hope so."
"I want to be named Badgerfang... after you." Flintfang felt his heart shatter into a million pieces at his apprentice's words.
"Badgerfang... you were the bravest warrior." At the spoken praise, Badgerfang felt the corners of his mouth curve upward into a smile.
I love you, Flintfang. The tiny warrior though to himself, the poor scrap barely had enough energy to speak. His time was done. He belonged to StarClan now. As the gray warrior watched the last breath flow out of the tiny black and white kitten, he promised himself something.

I will never train a cat too early ever again.

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