Pebblesong stared into river as it rushed across a small channel. Her brother had drowned here, she could still remember his smile, the way it filled her with joy and warmth. Now he was gone, never to smile again, swept under by the waves and had the life sucked out of his small body. After so long she had finally accepted that he was gone, but it still hurt. If only she had been able to stop him, or even followed him! The stars reflected on the water's surface seemed to be bobbing in laughter, as if Starclan was mocking her. Like a huge wave, grief crashed into her, sweeping the tabby warrior under. She tried to calm down as it became harder to breath, closing her eyes and breathing slowly seemed to do the trick. A voice suddenly startled her, and sparks flew out of her tail, I must have lost control... Turning to locate the source of the sound, she spotted Nightthorn, the Shadowclan deputy. She must have come here for a moment of peace, after all, being the deputy must be stressful. Softly padding over, she sad down next to the soft-pelted black cat. "I didn't expect to see another cat out here..." Sadness still lingered in her heart, perhaps speaking to another cat about it would help lift the pain.


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