Smallpaw looked away as the now warrior walked up to her. "I-I'm sorry Burrclaw!" She meowed quietly, a small sob emitting from the back of her throat. Her small frame seemed so small to that of Burrclaw's. She looked at her determined brother, his grey speckled pelt shining in the setting sun's rays of orange light. The heather swayed on the moor. "If you were sorry, Smallpaw, you wouldn't have run from your destiny. It's just me and you now, though. Petalwish is gone, so is Doeleap, Foxheart, and Aspenrun." Smallpaw seemed so upset, but instead of crying, her face hardened in cold rage. "If only you weren't so bee brained! You could've saved them, Burrclaw!" Her voice was shrill, but low. Burrclaw was unphased. "Doeleap, Petalwish, Foxheart, all of them!" Smallpaw ran towards camp, her long fur streaming in the wind, as did her long tail.