A frosty air surrounded the GrassClan camp. Ashfield and Magmafur sat eating their supper. The camp was quiet, most of the cats were at the Gathering. But the sisters had been left behind. Magmafur was dealing with it OK, she didn't really mind. She hated the usual hustle and bustle of the camp. But Ashfield hated being left out, or chosen last. She had had enough. She stood up and headed for the camp entrance.
"Where do you think you're going?" it was the voice of her sister.
"Out." she replied coldly, turning to look at Magmafur. "You coming or staying here all night?"
"I want to stay here but I suppose I'd better come with you in case you get into trouble." said Magmafur. Her fur was bristling at Ashfield.
"Well come on then!" replied Ashfield, leaving camp.
Magmafur sighed and made herself follow her sister. "Slow down will you?" yowled Magmafur. The ice was slippery and she didn't want to fall.
"Why? If you don't like it, go back!" hissed Ashfield.
"No! I can tell you'll find trouble one way or another!"
"Oh yeah? How?" asked Ashfeild, stopping.
"I don't know. But I can tell!" Magmafur took a step forward, only to discover she'd just stepped onto a Thunderpath. The sound of a monster roared in the distance. "Ashfield, move." she hissed.
"Why should I?" hissed Ashfield back at her sister. "I can just dance dance dance!" she started jumping around heading into the middle of the Thunderpath.
Magmafur jumped. "ASHFIELD! NO!"
Ashfield turned but it was too late. The monster hit her with thud and zoomed away.
Magmafur bent down at the dead body of her sister.
"Ashfield!" there was no anger in Magmafur's voice now, just grief.
The roar of a monster sounded in the distance but Magmafur refused to move. If she was born at the same place as Ashfield, she would die in the same place as Ashfield.
The next breath was her last.
The monster hit.
And Magmafur's body went limp on top of Ashfield's.
The two sisters were dead.
Now hunting with StarClan.