A large tom was nested beside A large tom was nested beside two fallen bodies, one of a warrior and the other of an apprentice. His name, Darktalon, was saddened by the deaths of his Clanmates. But especially for how his friend, Gentlemouse. The warrior who passed was her father, he could only imagine how she must have felt. "Such a tragic day," he whispered to himself, his tail swept over both of the bodies. "I'll do my best to comfort Gentlemouse.. she did with me.." he told himself, pressing closer to the bodies, shutting his eyes as if he refused to see the harsh world outside of his eyelids. "May you have good hunting, swift running, and shelter when you both sleep," he reopened his eyes to gaze up at the rising sun, blinking.
Eyes were burning from exhaustion as the young warrior blinked her blue eyes. Gentlemouse's ears were flat against her skull, her head down and her feet huddled together. Her long, bushy tail curled tightly around her body as she thought about the lifeless body that had l