I promise... *A warrior cat RP*

From the trees, Icicle emerged, dragging a gray and white cat that no one had ever seen before. On her neck there was a deep gash, and her pink collar was torn and mangled.
Icicle's eyes were glazed and saddened.
"This cat was my sister. She was a kittypet, but she died defending one of our Clan's kits from the fox. Could Luna ever say the same for herself? She is more a warrior than Luna ever was. That is why I propose she be given a proper burial along with these others."
 
From the trees, Icicle emerged, dragging a gray and white cat that no one had ever seen before. On her neck there was a deep gash, and her pink collar was torn and mangled.
Icicle's eyes were glazed and saddened.
"This cat was my sister. She was a kittypet, but she died defending one of our Clan's kits from the fox. Could Luna ever say the same for herself? She is more a warrior than Luna ever was. That is why I propose she be given a proper burial along with these others."
Silverwing shot up and glared at Icicle before resigning to the fact that she was right. "I agree..."
 
From the trees, Icicle emerged, dragging a gray and white cat that no one had ever seen before. On her neck there was a deep gash, and her pink collar was torn and mangled.
Icicle's eyes were glazed and saddened.
"This cat was my sister. She was a kittypet, but she died defending one of our Clan's kits from the fox. Could Luna ever say the same for herself? She is more a warrior than Luna ever was. That is why I propose she be given a proper burial along with these others."
Auburnleaf nodded. "I think she deserves a proper burial." Anyone could be used as a better example than Luna.
 
Icicle placed her sister on the ground. She watched as Emberfeather ran out of the camp.
Then the cat who had seem the most cold and rude from the start began to cry as well.
She had nothing to say.
Just empty thoughts.
She lowered her sister into the ground.
"Scratch the tree," Sprucetail told her.
Icicle ran her unsheathed claw along the bark of the tree.
 
Icicle placed her sister on the ground. She watched as Emberfeather ran out of the camp.
Then the cat who had seem the most cold and rude from the start began to cry as well.
She had nothing to say.
Just empty thoughts.
She lowered her sister into the ground.
"Scratch the tree," Sprucetail told her.
Icicle ran her unsheathed claw along the bark of the tree.
Silverwing padded over and offered to help with the burial.
 

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