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Badgerpaw's eyes flickered. "Flintfang? Is that you?"
Flintfang's heart sank. "Yes, it's me."
"Was...was I good enough?" Badgerpaw rasped in a tiny voice. His paws shifted in the dust and a bead of blood appeared at the corner of his lip. "I tried to remember everything you taught me."
Flintfang stared at the battered little body. Badgerpaw hadn't stood a chance from the moment the first battle yowl split the air.
"I hope Brokenstar is proud of me," Badgerpaw went on. His eyes were clouding over and starting to close. "And my mom."
Flintfang felt something stir inside him. What was he going to tell Fernshade? That her kit was always going to die in this battle because he was too small, too weak?
"Fernshade will be very proud of you," he meowed.
Badgerpaw opened his eyes with an effort and looked straight at Flintfang. "Are you proud of me?"
Flintfang crouched beside Badgerpaw and stroked the apprentice's eyes with the tip of his tail to close them again. "You fought brilliantly," he murmured.
"Will you be all right without me?" Badgerpaw asked fretfully. He moved his head and the trickle of blood coming from his ear thickened, spilling out faster.
"We'll do our best," Flintfang replied gravely. "And we'll always remember you and how brave you were."
Was it his imagination, or did the tiny black-and-white chest swell with pride?
Excerpt from Warrior-Code of the Clans (The Smallest Warrior) pages 55-56

A remake of a picture I did a little over a year ago fav.me/d2zaqoa . This was probably the saddest Warriors death scene I've ever read poor little Badgerpaw. Everything here follows the scene word for word. I found out about the cloudy weather by reading a story from a different point of view in Secrets of the Clans.

I used this kitten stock fav.me/d1ofq5a by FantasyStock as a ref.

Characters and story belong to Erin Hunter.

The art belongs to me, so do not steal, trace, copy, reference, or otherwise redistribute in any way.

Description
Badgerpaw's eyes flickered. "Flintfang? Is that you?"
Flintfang's heart sank. "Yes, it's me."
"Was...was I good enough?" Badgerpaw rasped in a tiny voice. His paws shifted in the dust and a bead of blood appeared at the corner of his lip. "I tried to remember everything you taught me."
Flintfang stared at the battered little body. Badgerpaw hadn't stood a chance from the moment the first battle yowl split the air.
"I hope Brokenstar is proud of me," Badgerpaw went on. His eyes were clouding over and starting to close. "And my mom."
Flintfang felt something stir inside him. What was he going to tell Fernshade? That her kit was always going to die in this battle because he was too small, too weak?
"Fernshade will be very proud of you," he meowed.
Badgerpaw opened his eyes with an effort and looked straight at Flintfang. "Are you proud of me?"
Flintfang crouched beside Badgerpaw and stroked the apprentice's eyes with the tip of his tail to close them again. "You fought brilliantly," he murmured.
"Will you be all right without me?" Badgerpaw asked fretfully. He moved his head and the trickle of blood coming from his ear thickened, spilling out faster.
"We'll do our best," Flintfang replied gravely. "And we'll always remember you and how brave you were."
Was it his imagination, or did the tiny black-and-white chest swell with pride?
Excerpt from Warrior-Code of the Clans (The Smallest Warrior) pages 55-56

A remake of a picture I did a little over a year ago fav.me/d2zaqoa . This was probably the saddest Warriors death scene I've ever read poor little Badgerpaw. Everything here follows the scene word for word. I found out about the cloudy weather by reading a story from a different point of view in Secrets of the Clans.

I used this kitten stock fav.me/d1ofq5a by FantasyStock as a ref.

Characters and story belong to Erin Hunter.

The art belongs to me, so do not steal, trace, copy, reference, or otherwise redistribute in any way.