Sparkface could feel the wind whistling in her ears as she fell, her fur flying across her vision. Time slowed to a crawl as a blur of ginger flashed in her vision—it was Lionfrost, his jaw stretched wide and paws extended as he dove onto the rocky ground. He slid for a few tail-lengths as the falling she-cat tumbled down on top of him.

Everything sped back up, and Lionfrost wiggled out from underneath her, words spilling out of his mouth like a waterfall. "—and... and why would you jump? I was watching you—I thought you were just enjoying yourself and I was going to go say sorry for how I acted on the patrol and then you just leapt forward like a bird who was trying to fl.. fly." His mew broke off into a sob as he pressed his muzzle into his sister's pelt.

Meanwhile, Sparkface was fuming with anger. "Why would you stop me?" she spat, a fire lighting her green eyes. "Why would you make WindClan stay ruined by me?"

Lionfrost looked up at her, his eyes wide. "You... you really were trying to kill yourself?" he asked softly, seeming more surprised than anything.

She gave a simple nod. "I was going to die and end up on the outskirts of StarClan. I was going to die so WindClan can go back to being the strongest group in the forest. I just ruin everything, Lionfrost... everything."

"You don't ruin everything... you're just a little clumsy, that's all," Lionfrost meowed, sniffling back his sobs. "You're my sister, and I love you. I love the way you focus so hard whenever you're hunting. I love the way you drag yourself out of bed in the morning, griping and moaning. I don't care if you're bad at being a warrior. I don't care if you're clumsy. I love you because you're you, not because you're a good warrior." He stared at the floor, his paws anxiously kneading the graveled ground.

"That's the thing, Lionfrost," Sparkface meowed softly. "I'm not a good warrior, and I'm the reason WindClan is seen as the worst."

He shook his head. "That's no reason to die! You're a perfectly fine warrior—you're just a little unlucky... that's all." 

"A little unlucky?" The ginger she-cat laughed in disbelief. "Everything I do, I fail! I've been stuck with this stupid mess of a name, I almost got those kits killed, I put Rabbitrun in the medicine cat den, and ruined a patrol! That's just half of it all... everything I do, I ruin it."

"It's still not a reason to die," Lionfrost meowed softly, glancing away. So he does agree with me, Sparkface thought, swallowing her sadness. I knew it.

Sparkface shook her head slightly. "I'll stick around for a bit... but the way I see things going, WindClan would be better off without me."

Lionfrost stood up, pressing his muzzle into his sister's cheek. Together, they started padding in the general direction of camp. The heather waved around them, and a breeze carried an unfamiliar scent. "Dog!" yelped the ginger-furred she-cat, nearly jumping out of her skin. "Run!"

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