[duskfire1]

Oatkit felt as if he was struck by a humongous paw, hard.
She's... dead? He didn't even know how to feel. His heart felt heavy, as he looked at the ground. He know he had never chatted with her, and he instantly regretted that.
Oh Starclan... Why?
He kept a hard, stony glare at the ground, trying to seize his sadness and thoughts of hurt, and throw them out, but they only kept coming. Like a tidal wave, they clung onto him, making him think very bad things.

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Larkfrost had her eyes open wide as she heard the news. She then bowed her head, letting her ears flatten against the pain.
Thunderclan has been through so much... Now this? She looked up to let her gaze bore into the lifeless pelt on the ground near the entrance of the den, then she quickly switched to cast a glance at Aspentar, who seemed to be going through so much right now.
No leader should have to deal with this pain.
She stood up on shaky paws, "I'll assist in the burial." She let out a shallow breath and padded over to Icicleripple's body, trying to keep herself sturdy from the waves of grief. She bent down to give her cold pelt a swift lick, then she sat down staring at it. Staring at her.
"I know we may have not have been friends, nor enemies, but I want you to know, I hope Starclan treats you well, and we will all miss you. Your absence will have taken a toll on the clan, but we will rejoice. But we will never forget you in the process." She whispered into the former medicine cats ear, casting one more sad smile at the body, she backed away.
She cast a lone glance at Mistpaw after hearing her words and quickly hurried over to her, licking her ears she rested her tail on her daughters shoulders, squeezing her closer to show that it will be alright, we just have to power through these tough times first.

[ @Jayvines ]