The waking Lion(open)

The petite ginger she cat barely even 7 moons blue eyes snapped open with a gasp as she placed a paw at her neck before her small ears flattened.  All she could remember was going to see her father and encountering a nasty rogue who attacked her and then nothing.  Tears welled up in the young she cat's eyes for a moment. "I... I can't be dead... What about momma and... My brothers they'll be devastated" She mewed quietly "I wanna go back I can't be here" She mewed before the little starry she cat gave a small sad wail of sadness.

Eaglepaw noticed the newcomer, a small, pale ginger cat, younger than himself. The handsome, rich brown tom padded towards the young she-cat, placing his thick brush of a tail around her comfortingly. "There, there, little one." He paused for a moment, unsure of just what to say. "It will all be okay. Your family will miss you, but they will be alright. I'm Eaglepaw. What's your name?"

A large, thick-furred, short-legged brown tabby padded after the apprentice, her murky green eyes sparkling with youth, wisdom, and something more. Sharptooth had become the best version of herself- young, adventurous, gentle, and fearless.
"You're in Starclan now, dear. What Eaglepaw says is right- your family will miss you dearly, but... You won't truly have left them, after all." She spoke softly, her voice gruff.