Howls and yelps of disbelief rippled throughout the camp. "Great Starclan!" Icepool yowled. "Not my Bristlepaw!" She darted over to Snakestripe. "Tell me that's not true!" She demanded, threatening him with a glimmering claw.
"Snakestripe backed away. "I'm deeply sorry Icepool. I know he was your kit."
Cloudstar stepped between the heartbroken queen and the warrior, ceizing the chance of Icepool harming Snakestripe. "I'm sure Snakestripe has no intention to fight a clanmate." He bowed his head in sorrow. "However, I understand your pain."
Icepool collapsed on the dirt terrain, a defeated, sobbing mess. Her mate, Sharpclaw, padded over to confort her, pain clouding his brown eyes.
Patchfur butted in. "I bet Sparrowclaw wasn't paying clsoe enough attention to his own apprentice!"
Sparrowclaw's nose wrinkled in fury. "Never would I do such a thing!" he spat. He was right by my side when I dozed off. I was almost positive he was asleep. He must've wondered off secretively!"
Swiftheart nodded. "That does sound like something Bristlepaw would've done. He was a devious little thing..."
Bluegaze padded up to Snakestripe, Gingerkit in her slender shadow. "Snakestripe, please do tell your tale." Gingerkit nodded quickly in agreement. "Puh-leeze!" She wailed. "Bristlepaw used to play in the nursery with me when he was young. I can't believe he's actually gone!"
I WILL DO THE REST OF CHAPTER THREE LATER. SORRY HAVE TO DO SOMETHING.