Shadefire glanced at Fallingstar and dipped her head. "Of course, Fallingstar," she murmured. "Flamestripe, help me. Would you?" she asked her littermate and warrior.

Flamestripe nodded and moved to crouch down at the dead she-cat's back. Gingerly sinking his fangs into her scruff, he dragged her to Shadefire's den so his littermate could do her duties. He knew that Shadefire would make the dead she-cat ready for her trip to StarClan. 

Shadefire walked in behind Flamestripe and started rasping her tongue across the motionless she-cat's pelt.