[Brightlight]

--Brittleshore--

The grey elder felt any amusement left from earlier die as the death of a kit was mentioned. Talonkit. Brittleshore hadn't known the kit, hadn't told any stories to that particular young one, but the death hit him hard all the same. It was another life ended far too early. Brittleshore let himself slowly wallow in his grief. There hadn't been anything he could've done to save the life...but how he wished there was.

Mustering up his courage, Brittleshore forced his old bones to get up. "I want to attend the vigil." He meowed, voice just loud enough to, hopefully, be heard by Kestrelstar. Sitting for all night would do no good for Brittleshore's general stiffness and soreness, but this was his choice and he would deal with the consequences.