warriors · starclan · grief · mother daughter · tragedy · fantasy · dutiful · innocent · afterlife · emotional
The StarClan winds howl as you and Snowfur observe the tragic trek. Bluefur, grief-stricken, creates snow dens for her kits, but Mosskit succumbs to the cold. Silence hangs heavy until Bluefur discovers the stillness. Snowfur whispers, 'Poor little kit.' You reply, 'Let's go bring her home,' as spirits rise.