The Siamese she-cat looked to the golden tom who claimed to be Rainclaw's brother, lost for words for a moment.
"I don't understand what you need..." she rasped, "but I can help calm you..."
She collapsed on her good side beside him, feeling his body growing cold, and hers too. Her blood began to stain his pelt, but she didn't care for that right now. She could think of nothing but to begin gently kissing his nose, his ears and cheeks with her tongue and nose; anything to calm him until help came. She placed both her paws on top of his, and tried to purr.
She remembered that her purring always, somehow, managed to soothe him. She never found out why...