Snowfur Stamp

I did another 'cry' stamp. It was so sad !! All she wanted to do was protect her clan...

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Small paws skittered nearby. The Shadowclan cats pressed themselver to the ground.

"This way!" The tortoiseshell began to stalk, keeping low.

Snowfur growled, "If they think they're going to hunt on Thunderclan terrytory, they've got another thing coming." She leapt out from the bush and skidded in front of the Shadowclan warriors, her back arched and her claws unsheathed. "Stop right there!"

The Shadowclan cats flinched away, tails bristling.

Bluefur pelted after her sister. "Mangy crow-food eaters!" She bared her teeth, a growl rumbling in her throat.

The tortoiseshell blinked. "Is that it? Two cats? Not much of a patrol."

"Enough to deal with you!" Bluefur spat.

The black tom straightened, eyes gleaming. "You think so?"

The tabby snarled, "If you're all Thunderclan can come up with, I think we'll catch this squirrel and then go home."

"Oh no, you don't!" Snowfur launched herself at the tabby, knocking him sideways with a crashing blow from her forepaw.

The tortoieshell's eyes widened with shock. Even Bluefur was startled. "Snowfur..." she began.

"I've been stuck in camp for too long to miss the chance for a fight," Snowfur spat.

There was no way Bluefur was going to let her sister battle these trespassers alone. Springing forward, she lashed out with unsheathed claws at the black tom, slitting his nose. He pelted, yowling, into the bushes.

The tabby tom scrambled to his paws. "Let's get out of here!" he yowled.

Snowfur hurtled afther the fleeing Shadowclan warriors, screeching like a whole battle patrol. Bluefur was on her tail. They would teach those crow-food munchers a lesson they wouldn't forget!

The forest brightened ahead where the trees opened onto the Thunderpath. The Shadowclan cats pelted out into the sunshine, and Snowfur hared after them. Bluefur raced from the trees, blinking against the sudden brightness.

The Shadowclan warriors were already half way across the Thunderpath.

"You don't escape that easily!" Snowfur screeched furiously as they skidded to the other side and disappeared into the pines. Pelt bristling, eyes wide, Snowfur streaked after them, over the oily Thunderpath.

Bluefur froze.

A monster was roaring straight at Snowfur.

Without slowing down, it slammed into her body.

Bluefur heard the dull thump, then the howl of the monster as it thundered away, leaving Snowfur's body lying like a wet leaf at the edge of the Thunderpath.

"No!"

This was the worst part ;(

She slid into the nursery. "Whitekit."

"You're back!" Whitekit looked delighted. He glanced behind Bluefur. "Is Snowfur with you?"

Bluefur took a deep breath and tensed to stop her paws from shaking. "Come outside little one," she mewed.

"Has Snowfur got a present for me?" Whitekit chirped.

Tigerkit stopped chasing Brindlekit's tail. "Can I come, too?"

"Just Whitekit." Bluefur told him, thanking Starclan that he listened for once.

Whitekit followed her out and she led him to the fallen tree and ducked in among the branches.

"What is it? Where's Snowfur?" he squeaked. "Is she playing hide-and-seek?"

"Come here." Bluefur wrapped her tail around his small body and pulled him close, sheltering him beside her belly. She bent over him, shielding the sight of Adderfang carrying his mother's body into camp.

She felt her heart crack. So much pain. "Snowfur won't be coming back."

Whitekit looked up at her. "Till when?"

"Ever."

"Why not?" Whitekit stiffened. "Doesn't she love me anymore?"

"She loves you very much." Bluefur promised. "She'll always love you. But she's with Starclan now."

Whitekit put his head to one side. "Can I visit her?"

Bluefur shook her head.

"Goosefeather and Featherwhisker visit Starclan all the time," Whitekit argued. "I can do it too."

"It's not that easy." With every word, Buefur felt herself getting more and more lost. How would she ever make him understand without breaking his heart? She gazed into his round blue eyes. The pain of Snowfur's death was not hers alone. She was going to have to break his heart.

"She's dead, Whitekit. You won't see her anymore. You won't smell her or hear her or feel her fur next to yours ever again."

Robinwing nosed her way through the branches. "I'll feed you and you'll share my nest with Frostkit and Brindlekit." she soothed.

Whitekit spat at her, "I don't want your milk or your nest! I want Snowfur!"