[poppy]

tw: despair, gore, child death
Dovefluff

Dovefluff limped into the camp, cradling the two tiny bodies. Hiccuping whimpers escaped her, and she was barely able to make it to the camp's center, paws trembling as she laid the two dead kits on the ground. She had cleaned their stained fur with the gentleness of a mother who had done this twice too many times before, and gently laid Fernkit and Mothkit in the center of the clearing, shaking violently but pressing her paws into the ground so that she didn't show it. She had gone to find Morningcall, and instead found two dead kittens. She would make sure that they were given the burial they deserved. Poor, little babies. The world was too cruel.

"Bumblestar!" Voice breaking as she called the leader's name, the molly stood sentinel over the two little bodies. "I found them in the territory with an outsiders' scent around them. I think they left camp." She kept her tone relatively quiet, not wanting to scare any kits, but Fernkit and Mothkit deserved to be honored. If only they had listened when they were told not to leave camp...

[ OPEN for cats to talk to her/react @dino. @something. @eris - mentioning u guys bc you're the big bad hrs ]