Depression by a Briar (open)

The tall briar colored tom yawned. He was still saddened over the death of his best friend, spunky, sassy, outgoing Otterpaw who died at the hands of Crows tar was it? At the gathering many many moons ago. He hadn't got to admit it but he had loved the she cat and had hoped to be mates although with her sassy attitude he didn't know if she'd like that anyways. It didn't help much when a tom was named Otterpaw. That just put him in a more deeper state of depression. Sighing the tom kinda wished his father, Nightsong, was here but then again he didnt. The black tom had attacked his mother a couple of moons after the tom was apprenticed. He probably had killed his other two sisters Covekit and Fawnkit. His mother didn't help matters either. She didn't say anything to him about his father when he needed to know. His only uncle Darkfrost was killed by his younger cousin Crowclaw and then his only cousin died somehow. His life was just one depressing event after another. He wished to have somebody to heal his broken heart and to make him love again, because he wasn't any good in this depressed state. Sighing as he heard paw steps come over the tom looked up from where he was laying.

"Briarfoot," Ivyfall began as she came over to the tom carrying a duck in her jaws carefully. "May I join you?" The she-cat meowed through the feathers currently muffling most of her speech. The tom had gone through in quite a difficult and pain-filled period as several of his close family had died, leaving the tom alone in the clan. She knew what it was like to lose the ones you loved, to feel despondent and like you were torn in two. She could empathise, thus she was hoping to help cheer up the tom with a juicy waterfowl and some caring company. StarClan only knew, how badly she'd often needed just a little sympathy every now and then.