Nettlestar's Truimph (Warrior Cats Story) {being re-written}

Chapter 4

Fang and Nettle sat in the nursery. Their mother had been gone for a day now.
Fang had insisted on leaving the medicine dumpster, and Moon couldn't stop him. So here he was, sitting down with her. His stump of a leg was no longer bloody, but it wasn't the most beautiful thing in the world.
"BoulderClan? EarthClan?" Nettle suggested, her voice rising in excitement. Fang looked thoughtful, then shook his head.
"I want something scary, like Vein Alley! Thank Star Trail Skythe gave us permission!" Fang says fervently. Nettle smiled; Skythe HAD given them permission, surprisingly enough.
"Hm... FireClan? BiteClan? SnarlClan? FangClan? NettleClan?" Nettle was trying to hold back a giggle. A young tom with a grey pelt and ginger spots scowled over at her. "Shut up, will you?!"
Fang snarled, but Nettle just simply bounded over to him, purring.
"I'm sorry! We were just thinking of names for our Clan!" She said sincerely, her tail flicking. The cat, who was around her age, looked surprised.
"Oh- um- it's okay!" He said quickly.
"I'm Nettle."
"Seth."
Nettle smiled brightly, licking his ear. He looked embarrassed, but didn't swipe off her ear.
She guessed that was a win.
Fang was staring at her like mice had started parading out of her ears.
"What?" She asked, confused.
"You.. you.. he was being mean to you! Why didn't you pulverize him?!" Fang demanded. He knew Nettle was quite capable of shredding one's ears.
The grey shecat shrugged. "I don't know. He didn't seem like a bad cat."
Fang peered at her suspiciously, his red furred tail lashing. "Alright.." He finally said.
"What ab—" Nettle was cut off by the arrival of two cats, holding a limp golden shape between them. The shape was so beaten up that she was nearly unrecognizable, but Nettle knew that golden fur like her own.
Her mother was dead.