"Thistle How could you! I trusted you! And this is how you repay me? After what you did!" DarkMoss yelled at the grey tabby, making him jump.
"What are you talking about?" He asked, looking at DarkMoss confused. I'm not falling for any of your fox-dung anymore!
"You know what you did!" Thistle continued to look at her confused. "You killed Sageheart!" DarkMoss snapped at the tom, putting her muzzle in his face.
"I-i-" DarkMoss cut him off.
"Let me guess, you can explain why you had to kill her."
"I didn't know she was dead." Thistle's voice was a bit shaky.

"Oh sure! Like you didn't know how killing my apprentice wouldn't have hurt me? I'm probably never going to be able to have an apprentice because of you!"
"I truly didn't kill her!"
"Sure! Well don't come near me, or my kits ever again!"
"They're not even your kits to begin with!" Thistle fought back.
"Is this really how you wanted to 'start over?' To kill my littermate? The last piece of my family?" DarkMoss stoped yelling, grief griped her throat.
"I didn't kill her." Thistle said lightly, his eyes begging for forgiveness.
"Then who did? Aquaspear? Ashstar? If you didn't, then who did?" DarkMoss yelled for a moment, calming back down after a few heart beats.

"I don't know, I didn't even know she was dead." Thistle flinched after his first phrase, probably expecting DarkMoss to snap at him again.
"How do I not know your lying? Like you have before?" DarkMoss turned away from him. "We're nothing anymore. Not friends or mates. Not even clan mates. To me, your just some mangy rouge that Ashstar let in."
"DarkMoss plea-"
"Stay away from me and my kits, and if you hurt a single whisker on one of them, you won't see the light of day ever again." DarkMoss bolted back to camp. Sorrow filled her as she busted into the entrance. Silverpatch was next to Sageheart. She slowed down and shoved her muzzle into her sister's darker brown fur.

"DarkMoss, get up." A paw nudged her shoulder, causing her to stir wake. She lifted her muzzle out of Sageheart's fur. Silverpatch looked at her, sorrow shining in her eyes.
"Come back to your nest, your kits miss you." Silverpatch told her. It was about moon-high. She had came in about a quarter of a day before dark.
"What's wrong DarkMoss?" Starkit met her at the entrance to the queen's den, his mood joyful as always.

"Nothing for you to be worried about." DarkMoss tried to lighten up her tone a bit, succeeding at least a bit. DarkMoss laid down in her nest. Starkit shoving his way under DarkMoss' neck.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Yeah, But you should be asleep by now." DarkMoss told her kit.

***

DarkMoss threw the last pawful of dirt over her sister, lightly patting it down. She had joined Shadebrezze and Smokefoot buried her littlermate.
"I know it's rough dear, but you'll see her again." Shadebrezze comforted her.
"I know."
"She'll be watching over you, your new kits and your mate from StarClan."
"Not exactly my mate anymore." DarkMoss' voice was broken, getting quieter with every word.
"Let's get back before I freeze my tail off!" Smokefoot complained. DarkMoss followed behind the two elders. East dropping on their conversation.

"Where did she go?" Starkit asked, curiosity shining in his eyes.
"Who?" DarkMoss met the grey kit in the middle of the clearing, his siblings play-fighting.
"That brown She-cat."
"She's gone."
"Like she won't come back, forever?"
"Yes, forever." Grief struck her throat, he was talking about Sageheart, he must have seen them take her body out of camp.
"Will we see her again?"
"In StarClan we will." DarkMoss whispered quietly. "How about you play with your Littermates."

"Can you play with us too?" He asked.
"How about, I show you how to do a hunter's crouch?" DarkMoss suggested.
"Yeah! Honeykit, Thrushkit, Creekkit! DarkMoss is going to show us a hunter's crouch!" He broke up the fighting, Thrushkit was the first over, followed by Creekkit and lastly Honeykit. DarkMoss waited for her kits to get settled a little bit.
"Alright, this is what you need to do." DarkMoss easily put herself into a crouch. She couldn't help but to suppress a laugh as Creekkit fell over.
"Creekkit, you need to evenly balance yourself."
"Like this?" Creekkit tried again, far from being perfect, but better than falling over.
"Yep, that's a bit better." DarkMoss told her kit. She started to stalk forward. Starkit was the first to mock her, nearly falling over every step.

"Can we learn too?" Lightningkit pleaded. A tiny white spot was on her head. I must have just missed it.
"Of corse." DarkMoss told Silverpatch's kits. All of her kits crouched down, Mosskit having a pretty good stance for a quarter moon old kit.
"Like this?" Lightingkit asked.
"Move you back foot forward a little, good!" DarkMoss told the kit, his eyes bright with joy.