Story Part 32 Part 1 *Memories*

Spring had sprung in the territory of FrostClan. Etharmoon stretched and yawned. She looked around the near-empty warriors den and saw one of her brothers, Eagletalon, but didn't see her other brother, Winterfrost. Where did he go off to? She wondered. He was the one least likely of all of them to leave unexpectedly. She glanced at Eagletalon again, to see if he was thinking what she was, but he was sound asleep, his right paw twitching. Etharmoon hid a purr of ammusement as she climbed out of the den.
When she was walking through the forest, she suddenly caught the scent of Winterfrost. She followed it, and found him, then suddenly wished she hadn't; for he was at Lilypaw's grave. She saw his white head bowed deeply with sadness. Even though it had been moons since their sister's death, they all still felt grief at her passing. Etharmoon felt that Winterfrost had the hardest time about it. He had been the closest to Lilypaw, staying with her when Etharmoon and Eagletalon had gone on their journey to find the saviors of their clan, which turned out to be Lionflame and Ashfire.
"You can come over."
Etharmoon started at her brother's voice. She hurried to obey. When she took her spot by Winterfrost, their pelts brushing, she half wanted to say something, but their closeness was all that was needed. The two cats sat in silence, remembering their good sister and friend, Lilypaw, who had unexpectedly left them early.
Oh Lilypaw, thought Etharmoon. If only you were here with all of us still. You would be a warrior too. I know Snowstar and all the rest of the Clan would have been just as proud of you as they are of us now.