Chamomilepaw heard the news soon after he returned to camp. She didn't want to hear the news. She didn't want to have it passed along like gossip; he wanted to see it, see who did it. Sandstormkit. He would never be an apprentice. Never feels the breeze in his fur again. Never give a halfhearted smile in the dead of night, stars lighting up his face. No, no, no. The blood. The blood. The blood. Why? Why? Why? I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Sandstormkit. Can I go back? Can I? Can you say another word? Just one more. So I can hear your voice again. Please. Please. I'm so sorry. I wish I could go back in time. I wish I could save you. I wish you were here. I wish you were alive. Please come back, Sandstormkit. I miss you. I'm sorry. I can't go back in time. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please come back. Please. I need to go back. I miss you. And somewhere. "I love you. Goodbye." Sandstorm whispered in my ears before disappering in pure pure nothing. Chamomilepaw spoke aloud, standing on the edge of a cliff. He didn't care if he died. Jaguarpaw and Moonpaw would be sad, yes. Houndsun would be down for a bit. But she was too stricken with grief... They spoke, "I heard your voice, Sandstormkit. And I have changed. And you have changed. But I have heard your voice, and that is all I need. That is all I need." (BACKGROUND: Sandstormkit was killed [secret killer] and Chamomile finds outtt.)
