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Cherrypaw thought about Blizzardpaw. She lay in the apprentice den trying to cope with the idea of him dead. She had always wanted to talk to him so desperately, and she finally gotten the chance to. She didn't make it in time. She should have run faster to the warriors for help. Then may be he would still be alive. She looked down at her paws as she flicked and ear at some wailing. She got up and padded outside the den only to see the cold, lifeless body of her friend. She bounded over to him and stared in horror at the body. She then bent down and nudge him as trying to wake him up from sleep. She shook her head, "No, your not gone... you can't be. I just spoke to you. I wanted to talk to you so badly, and I finally got the chance. Come on, wake up! Wake up!" she said trying to push on his cold flesh. She then collapsed next to him. She felt like dying right then. It was her fault. She will never forgive herself for killing him.