Capter 27 Part 1: The New Group

Chapter 27 Part 1: The New Group

       A few days had past since Snowfur's vigil.  It had shocked Darkfeather that one day her friend was patroling and racing her to a mouse, and the next she was slowly dying, not eating anything because of her kits.  Today was the day Grayfur had to break the news to Sharpfang.  As the medicine cat was leaving, Darkfeather jumped out.  "Wait!"  Darkfeather yelled to Grayfur, "Let me come too!" 
"You sure?  Sharpfang will be real depressed.  I know I'll hate the look on his face,"  Grayfur said.  "Please let me come with you!"  Darkfeather pleaded.  "Alright,"  Grayfur said.  As they made the long walk to the western part of the territory, Darkfeather took in her surroundings.  She'd forgotten what the western territory looked like; it had been a few moons since Sharpfang had started ThistleClan.  Who knows what had taken place since?  "Whos' there?"  a voice echoed through the trees.  "Pebblestep!"  Grayfur exclaimed.  "Grayfur!  Darkfeather!"  Pebblestep replied ecstatically.  "What brings you here?"  she asked.  Grayfur paused and took a breath.  Pebblestep gasped.  It was like she could read minds.  "Snowfur died during Rosekit and Frostkit's vigil,"  Grayfur finally said.  Darkfeather nodded sadly.  "Oh no,"  Pebblestep whispered.  "We must tell Sharpfang right away!"  With that she disappeared through the trees.  Darkfeather exchanged a glance with Grayfur, and then they followed Pebblestep through the trees.  Soon they emerged in a large familiar clearing.  "Wasn't this the original FireClan camp?  We canceled it because it took too long to get to the gathering,"  Darkfeather asked Pebblestep.  She shrugged.  "Yep,"  she replied.  Sharpfang appeared through some ferns talking with Bluefur.  His eyes widened for a second when he saw Darkfeather and Grayfur.  "What brings you here?  It's great to see you!"  he said.  Apparently he didn't catch on as quick as Pebblestep; Snowfur's best friend and sister come to talk to him.  "It's Snowfur,"  Grayfur said slowly.  All the color drained from Sharpfang's face.  "She died during her kits' vigil."  Sharpfang groaned.  "She died a peaceful death.  She wasn't in pain,"  Grayfur said.
"This is my fault!  If I hadn't argued with her, the kits never would've run away!"
"It's no one's fault!"
"It's not like her to be depressed, no matter how bad the situation is!  What really happened!?"
"What do you mean what really happened?  Snowfur died!  That's what!  We buried her by the fern patch she loved,"  Sharpfang nodded.  "I'm sorry,"  he said, "I'm just sad"  Grayfur nodded.  "I guess we better get back before nightfall,"  Darkfeather muttered.  "Please stay a night!"  Sharpfang said suddenly.  Darkfeather and Grayfur looked at him.  "I could just use some comapany,"  he muttered.