((Sorry I changed the lineart a bit, I hope you don't mind! Credit to Starpool64.)) "'Don't you get it? Don't you see what's going to happen? And yet you're still too weak to do anything about it!' Ivypool yowled. Blossomfall shrinked away from the angry she-cat, finally slipping in between Ivypool's paws and dashing away into the forest. 'I can't take this anymore!' the tortoiseshell she-cat called, ears pinned to her head. Ivypool growled, starting to chase after Blossomfall, but she stopped. How could she be so rude to her own best friend? Sighing, Ivypool slumped to the ground. All she was trying to do was get Blossomfall to tell the truth! She just couldn't believe what Blossomfall had done... Ivypool headed back to camp, tail dragging in the dust. She immediately went looking for Blossomfall, checking all around camp, but she still couldn't find her. She and Blossomfall had gotten a lot closer after Dovewing's death, and she knew when something was more than wrong with her friend. 'Please let her be okay...' Drama was everywhere in just a single day at ThunderClan camp, and every cat was fighting over the most simple of things. And, Ivypool had to admit, she and Blossomfall hadn't been unaffected. The same had went with Blossomfall's mother... Which might have also caused all of the drama in the first place. It was already past sunhigh, and Ivypool was starting to panic. Upset at herself for not taking care of Blossomfall, Ivypool left camp to look for her friend. After hours of searching, all Ivypool could find was... Ivypool gasped in horror. The bodies of a recognisable tortoiseshell she-cat, a black and white queen, and calico kitten were lying on the ground, along with the ever-fading scent of a mother's milk and a badger. Her friend had tried to save a queen and her kit... Ivypool, the pain of losing her best friend immence, went to burry her friend safely so that a patrol could come back to get her body. All Ivypool wanted to do was mope around and wail her heart out, b-but th-that could wait... Ivypool felt herself choking up against her will. Finally, Ivypool gave in, curling up in a clean patch of dirt. And Ivypool then knew what she had to do. But, as Ivypool got to her paws, she heard a faint mewl. Looking down at the calico kitten, she gazed in shock as the thing squirmed across the dirty ground. it was much younger than one moon old... And suddenly, Ivypool had a different plan. Purring softly, she picked up the kit. 'You'll be safe with me... little Petalkit.' Ivypool padded up the rocks to Bramblestar's den, holding the kit carefully in her jaws. She entered as Bramblestar was busy grooming his long, bushy tail. 'Hmm?' he mumbled. He himself was in a bit of a touchy mood, so he continued grooming and didn't turn to face his visitor. Ivypool gulped, placing the kit gently on the ground. 'I-I have a lot to tell you.'"
