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

Chapter 7

Nettle trudged through the dead leaves with Seth, her ears pinned. The silence left her alone with her thoughts.
"Nettle?" Seth asked softly, his tail flicking. She looked over at him, tilting her head. Seth shook his own, then kept going.
Nettle was confused. What the heck did he want? She shrugged her confusion off and then sank back into the depression filled silence.
They left without me... She thought sadly. I didn't sleep for THAT long.
The small cat kept going. Seth stopped and she brought herself to a halt.
"Seth, what's wrong?"
Seth shook his head, inhaling deeply. "Wh- I smell cats!"
"What—?!" She demanded. The grey cats paws thrummed on the dirt as she picked up the speed to a run, Seth following quickly.
"Fang!" Nettle cried, joyful. The cats looked around at the new clan, Seth blinking at how many cats there were that he didn't know.
"BoneClan! Stop right there!" Their sister, Tessa, stepped forward, her pelt bristling.
"Tessa!" Nettle exclaimed, a smile lighting up her face.
"Morningsun to you," Tessa snarled in response. Nettle's smile faded, and Seth stepped forward in anger.
"She's trying to be welcoming!" The hotheaded tom hissed.
Morningsun scoffed loudly, then looked over at Nettle. "Sister, you're not welcome here."
"But... I was supposed to be deputy. We didn't even decide on a name..." Nettle felt her heart being crushed. Her family bad basically abandoned her.
Morningsun started laughing. "No, Nettle. I am deputy. And we are BoneClan."