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

Chapter 12

Nettleclaw stood up, her limbs a bit stiff from her crouching position.
The yowls and hisses had gone away. Hopefully that meant they had either found a peaceful way, or Seth had won. She couldn't bear to think of Fangstar winning, because her brother wouldn't hesitate to kill her mate.
The grey she cat crept into the alley, seeing the red tail of her brother. Her breath caught. Maybe they had found a peaceful way out?
"Seth?" Nettleclaw called quietly. The whole alley turned to look at her. Slash stepped forward slowly.
"Nettle.. I'm sorry... He..."
Nettleclaw felt as if her world was spinning. The claws of dizziness clutched her head, cutting off her air.
"He died."
"No!" Nettleclaw screamed, her pelt fluffing up. She looked around the alley, looking for her love.
"Seth! Seth!" She cried, her legs shaking. Her forest green eyes fell upon a ginger body.
Blood looked around it, it's head was nearly severed from its body.
"Seth!" Nettleclaw screamed again, rushing her and pressing her own clean grey pelt against his. "No! No no!" She could feel the heat draining from his body. The she cat pressed her nose in to his fur, sobbing. Slash stepped forward, but was stopped by Skythe putting a tail around her shoulders.
Fangstar stood by, watching with an expressionless face.
Nettleclaw looked up slowly, her eyes filling with fire as she turned them upon her brother.
"This... this is your fault!" She growled lowly, standing up. Before she could spring at her brother, Shade pulled the leader back out of the alley.
Nettleclaw collapsed, hitting the stone floor with a thud. She crept closer to Seth's body and cuddled against it, bright red blood staining her neck fur from his decimated head.
Slash shoved Skythe away and stepped forward, brushing her tail across Nettle's shoulders.
The grief-stricken cat didn't respond, and Slash sighed, knowing nothing could heal a broken heart except time.