Crowpaw
Feeling the warmth of his fish-scented grandpaw wrap itself around him, Crowpaw felt he could finally express his feelings and not get criticized for it. That had been what frustrated him the most, so all he could do right now was let out the tears in his eyes and ball like a little kit and feel the relief come out of him.
Quietpaw... she loved me. She had to... otherwise she wouldn't have saved my life.
"H-how... how will you make it right? You aren't in ThunderClan..." his pupils grew bigger with confusion. Of course, Pondwhisker could switch Clans or simply meet up with his family in ThunderClan more often, but what would his grandpaw choose?