It was like a dead heartbeat when he heard the words. Mistedocean. The love of his life. His mate. The mother of his kits. ...dead? Aspenfaith led the flow of tears, his heart crashing down and his mind blurring into a state of fury. His mate was /dead/. He loved her, and they had kits-- how could she leave? His mind ached with the sorrow and grief and anger of how she had been found dead. Killed. Killed by a stupid rogue. He sobbed, while other cats began to come over to comfort him, he wanted nothing else than Mistedocean. Nothing else than her, the one cat he loved and trusted more than anyone in the world, the cat who had helped their kits, the cat who.. who was no longer here. "She- she didn't even get to die a peaceful death." He sobbed, his once bright teal eyes as dull as the fur on her body and bloodshot with grief. What about his kits? How long had she been missing, leaving them alone and him not knowing at all? Two moons. Two moons!? He couldn't stay in ThunderClan. Nothing here was good enough for him, and he needed to stay with his kits. Every step wobbling and painful, his heart dragging down the depths of his chest and removing all love and mercy he had for rogues, he stepped out of ThunderClan camp and began to make his way to RiverClan, stumbling, dead. He had to see his kits. He had to go to RiverClan. He couldn't believe Mistedocean.. was dead.
sad boi :(( and ya hes moving the riverclan to care for his kits
