Sunstrike groomed Aspenkit gently and bowed her head in grief. Hazelkit looked away and let a few tears dropAspenkit saw his dead father and burst into tears, burying his little muzzle in his mother’s fur, praying it to be a dream, though deep down he knew it wasn’t.
Snowpaw sobbed once, the memory of Bluetail dying burned in the back of her eyes forever, and his last words ringing in her ears like a bird’s call.