Willow and the light(closed)

Willowshine yawned and stretched. She padded out of the nursery and blinked in the pale winter sunlight. She took a deep breath of the crisp cold air and sighed happily. She had a daughter and a new baby sister. All was well in the world except for the fact that her littermates were long dead now. Ripplepaw had been killed by a rouge named Rust, and Slushfang had fallen down the gorge survived and then returned extremely sick, and died right next to her. Everything else in her world was perfect except for those things.