Snakepaw let out a few grumbles as his mother ushered him closer, still not believing he deserved the affection after he failed despite her words but let her do so, purring to try and comfort her in her grief. It was a cruel fact of life that cats in the clans tended to die young and fast, seldom reaching elder age and gaining the ability to join the often empty den in the camp, but it still rankled. The clans toted themselves as better then kittypets, and they were, but why then did they live so much shorter? It wasnt fair, it just wasnt. The young tom was aware Foxblaze wasnt even that old of a warrior yet she'd seen so much loss and was bound to see more, Snakepaw really didnt want that type of life for her and told her so,
"If I have any ability to save even one cat important to you I will do everything I can to do that I promise. I might not really wanna be stuck in a smelly plant den for the rest of my life but if I can really help the clan.... I guess then I'll do that." He burred his face in his mothers shoulder paws wrapping around her (well half of her admittedly, he was still smaller then the warrior) and squeezing. It hurt when Foxblaze cried, the molly was generally so happy it looked almost wrong and out of place on her muzzle, so Snakepaw would do anything to keep the expression off.
@
Exis