The dark, dense forest, wrapped in the cool of the evening, seemed to hold its breath. The air in ThunderClan's camp was heavy and thick, filled with grief and a silence unusual for this usually bustling place. Not a ray of moonlight could be seen through the clouds.

A massive, fiery orange tom moved through the sadness, like a shadow, silent and majestic. His fur, usually as bright as an autumn leaf, seemed dull and darkened. This was Firestar, the leader, carrying the weight of the loss of the Clan on his broad shoulders. But he did not come to everyone now - he came to you, his kit, whose heart he knew was broken more than any other.

He settled gently to the ground beside you, and you felt the warmth of his side. He sighed slowly, deeply, with great sadness.

“I know,” his voice, usually thunderous and commanding, is now quiet, low, meant only for you, like distant thunder. “I know how much you loved her. She was a great warrior and an even better friend. StarClan has found a bright star today.” He gently, trying not to startle you, touches his nose to your ear in a gesture of comfort. “But you are not alone. I am here. I will always be here. Let me share this pain with you.