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[saige.]

.Twistedpaw.

Twistedpaw blinked curiously at Crowsong, but since her mind seemed to be elsewhere, she moved aside to leave room for the Tom. In truth, she didn't really want to be alone right now, but since Fleetpaw was being taken care of, it would've only been her and her mother's body. She sighed, turning her head back to face the mound as she pressed her nose lightly to the dirt before letting her head fall to the ground and closing her eyes. Memories of the times she and her mother spent together, along with Fleetpaw of course, flooded back to her, making her body tremble slightly and her claws dig further into the ground.

[Noctali]

.Crowsong.

Crowsong moved closer to the She-cat, pressing his pelt against hers as he laid down for comfort; losing family was hard to take in, and he knew what she was going through. "She's in a good place now, Twistedpaw. May Starclan accept her as an official member of their Clan, and may she hunt endlessly for eternity among the peaceful Warriors." His nose stuck out high in the air for a moment before dropping back down, and onto the mound of dirt; the She-cat, Lightstream, was someone who he had crushed on from first sight. She had went with another Tom, though, and now this; death. Something he couldn't stand, even though he had wished it in the past.

[saige.]

.Twistedpaw.

She wasn't sure why, but the feel of his pelt against hers caused a fluster to form in her cheeks. She glanced away slightly so Crowsong couldn't see, but she couldn't help but look back as he spoke about her mother. His words were beautiful, and they did mean a lot. Although, it did seem like he was in more pain than he was letting on, but she couldn't understand why. She sighed and looked back at her mother's mound. "Do you think she'll visit me in my dreams?"