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

Chapter 16

This is a several moons' time skip. Her kits are now apprentices, and there are many more in the clan. Nettlestar adopted a mute kit named Frostkit.

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There was a scream of terror from the forest. Ashenpaw looked up, her eyes wide. She looked at her sister, Frostpaw, scared.
Pinepaw looked up, bristling. Rustpaw glued herself to him, eyes wide.
Nettlestar exited her den, ears perked. Jaggedpelt exited beside her. Darkfur was talking to Roseheart and Icepelt, being grouchy. Icepelt couldn't tear his eyes away from Darkfur's sleek, dark pelt.
A body thudded into the camp. A familiar pelt.
"Fallpaw!" His family all screamed at the same time. It was a sound of agony and they rushed forward, terrified.
"He's dead!" She gasped. The medicine cat, her old friend Moon, now Mooneyes, jumped forward.
The tom, who was blind, felt around for any signs of life. "Oh no-" He whispered. Nettlestar collapsed to the ground, her heart searing with grief.
Ashenpaw and Frostpaw presses their pelts close to their brothers body, sobbing.
Jaggedpelt was just staring, horror covering his features. "Fallpaw..." He whispered. Nettlestar forced herself up and walked to him, taking a deep breath.
"Duskgaze, Shortear, you must bury him," She commanded evenly. The two elders nodded, looking at each other sadly. They picked up the still-warm body and carried out of camp to be buried.
"No... no..." Nettlestar whispered.

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The she cat stood upon The Great Stone, her eyes glowing proudly. It had been a few moons since her son's death, and now it was time for her kits to be made warriors.
"Pinepaw. From this moment on, you shall be known as Pineneedle. Use your excellent mental strength to serve this clan well.
"Rustpaw. From this moment on, you shall be known as Rustfur. The clan honors your intelligence and high ideas." Nettlestar glowed as her daughter, and apprentice, received her warrior name. 
"Ashenpaw, from this moment, you shall be known as Ashenbreeze. The clan honors your quick thinking and fierce loyalty."
Each new warriors stepped forward, licking their leader's shoulder respectfully.
"Becoming a warrior requires you sit vigil outside of camp tonight," She added, smiling kindly. Ashenbreeze rolled her eyes. Her mother was sure that if she was able to talk, she'd be groaning.
"While the rest of us get a good night's sleep," Darkfur added. Nettlestar shot him a look.
"Oh~ Look~ the gay cat is using sarcasm~" Roseheart giggled. Darkfur felt his ears heat up.
"No! I am NOT!" He defended fiercely, tail lashing.
Storm, a rogue they had recently found, smirked. "Oh, but Angel Face, of course you are!"
Darkfur squeaked, looking at Storm with wide eyes. "No!"
Roseheart kept jabbing at him, Icepelt joining in. He was pressing close to Roseheart.
Everyone was watching, amused.
This is how life should be.