Cherryrain bowed her head, mourning the death of the small creature. Acornkit. She'd never talked to the kit. But it was always a tragic thing. For someone so young to die so early. She hoped the same fate would not befall her soon-to-be-kits. Looking back at Midnightkit, she wondered how she could explain the weight of this event to the kit.
When Midnightkit's older, she'll likely not remember what I say to her now. This whole ordeal will be but a vague remembrance in her young mind. But, if I explain this thing right, the concept might get ingrained in her head. Which is always a good thing. Morals.
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