She followed her mother closely as she gently placed the leaf-bare-destroyed flower on the grave of her former clanmate. "I hope you feel happy in Starclan." she whispered to the kit as she added one more thing, "Say hi to Puddlekit for me." that part was unbearable she didn't want her mother to hear then become sad. Her head nuzzled into Pumpkinsprout and she wrapped her tail around her mothers as they stood.

❄ Snowleap (he/them) ❄

➢ The tall dark-furred warrior followed Kestrelstar in a respectful silence as them, along with the small group of other Riverclan cats, made their way to young Talonkit’s grave in the Sleepy Thicket. He felt the cold thin blanket of snow crunch underneath his pawpads with every single step. Nobody seemed to say anything as they all seemed to move together in a peaceful, grieving session. He noticed Kestrelstar hesitate at the entrance to the dense thicket, but Snowleap didn’t say anything, only wondering what the clan leader was thinking now. The young tomcat continued on once the group moved forward again, watching as his fellow clanmates rested frost-covered flowers over the kitten’s grave.

Stepping forward, the oriental longhair let a quiet breath escape him before he bent down and plucked up one of the cold leafbare flowers that Riverclan were using to pay their respect. Snowleap silently approached Talonkit’s grave and rested his flower among the rest, closing his eyes as he dipped his head. “Rest easy among the stars, little one,” He whispered, before backing up and silently sitting next to Brittleshore. He didn’t make conversation, no, just silently grieved with his clanmates over the loss of a young cat that had been taken too soon from Riverclan. Many would hold a silent vigil to honor the kitten and Snowleap knew that, deciding to join them. He lifted his head to the sky above them, poking through the branches that loomed over the mourning party. The dark tomcat wondered which star the kit would appear as tonight. Curling his tail quietly around himself, Snowleap lowered his icy-blue gaze to settle on the grave in front of them, wondering what kind of cat Talonkit was. The air around them was cold and silent, but nobody cared, lost in their own version of grieving.