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

Chapter 13

Nettleclaw couldn't eat.
She couldn't drink.
Not since Seth had died.
No one tried to get her to eat.
Except Slash.
But she gave up.
The shecat was becoming thinner by the day. Her ribs were showing through her increasingly thin pelt. She refused to move willingly. Slash had picked her up and set her down in a nest, before burying Seth's body.
She could feel her insides twisting with hunger. It hurt.
It hurt so bad.
A cat named Shade (horribly ironic) decided to try to talk to her one day.
"Nettleclaw? Are you hungry?" He had grabbed a mouse for her. Nettle shook her head, but her stomach betrayed her by growling. Shade chuckled and pushed the mouse closer with his nose.
"Stop! Leave me alone! I want to be with him!" Nettleclaw yowled angrily, her tail fluffing up.
Shade blinked calmly. "Too bad. You're too b—... young to die."
Nettleclaw wondered briefly what Shade had been about to say, but then realized she didn't really care. Who was this cat? Why did he think he could just barge in here and make her forget about her love, Seth?!
She growled, taking a reluctant bite of the mouse. Her stomach screamed for more, and she glared at Shade and started gulping down the warm meat.
"Not hungry, hm?" Shade said in a good humored way.
Nettle glared at him. "Hah, hah."
In reality, she was happy. Happy with Shade around..