found family [C]

Batsong had tried everything to save Birchkit's mother. Despite the shy medicine cat's best attempts, the whitecough combined with her recent kitting had proven to be too much for her as she had gone to join the ranks of starclan. Batsong felt terrible, she had lost her parents under similar circumstances and she knew the pain that accompanied such things. She had her chance to try and save Birchkit from this same fate and had failed them she felt like.

She had tried so hard to get them different herbs to get the mother well again but it had not worked. She went to be alone for a little while in her den, it felt terrible to lose a cat that she was assigned to be the protector of.

After a little while she went back out, Birchkit was still healthy and she needed to support and try and be there for them. They found Birchkit just outside of her den actually and the poor little kitten was crying. It broke Batsongs heart and she sat next to them wrapping her tail around the kit to keep them warm. "i'm so s-sorry birchkit" they whispered in a shaky stutter.

Batsong purred quietly as they held the kitten close. She was grateful that the kit didn’t blame her for it altough… a bit suprised by it. This kit seemed very mature for their age. They were curious about something and batsong widened her eyes curiously yes y-you c-can ask me anything she meowed quietly looking to them.

Batsong glanced at the kit.  W-well... for one d-day the body is in camp f-for cats to mourn over.  Then it is taken out t-to be burried by the elders the med cat explained.  She looked upwards at the sky. but life doesnt end there... y-you can still see your mother in s-starclan

glancing back to birchkit she shrugged ... she hesitiated not wanting to be too blunt with the kit but figured that they had lost their mother similar to how Batsong lost her birth parents as well.  There wasnt really anything worse than that. as for the bodies?  w-well to be honest... once you die there is no more use for your body.  Once it is buried it slowly fades away ... into the earth.  It was a heavy topic, but Batsong wasnt going to hide anything from them.  Birchkit was even younger than she was when she lost her parents... She had been lucky enough that Swiftsprit and Mistysky had taken her in as adoptive mothers... She hoped she could provide some level of comfort like they had done to her to Birchkit

Coyotegrin came bustling out of the Warrior's den, a fance tangled in grief and sorrow. She had just lost her son, Goldenpaw, a few days ago. The grief had been almost all-consuming, and she struggled to push through the pain to get her duties done. But whispers around the camp, Birchkit's mother had passed. She was desperate to fill the giant hole in her heart, and though, and adopted kit wasn't Goldenpaw, it could help.

As she neared the nursery, Coyotegrin held back a sigh verbally and instead sighed internally. Batsong was already there. StarClan, the she-cat always wormed her way into every situation Coyotegrin found herself in. But this time, she had an advantage over Batsong in paternal claim over the orphaned kit, unlike when Whisperear was a kit. Having a family or a kit, even an adopted one, was against the medicine cat's code. The grieving mother slowed her pace and approached the pair.

"Batsong." She said smoothly, regarding the medicine cat with a cool, emotionless required greeting before turning to the kit. "Birchkit? I am Coyotegrin. I am so sorry to hear about your mother. I recently lost my son," and my sister, and my mother, and my father, and my brothers... "So I understand the grief you are feeling right now." She crouched down to get to kit-level with the mourning kit, her eyes filled with the sorrow for herself and Birchkit.

The kit nuzzled into her legs and batsong smiled happily. She gave them a little hug and groomed down a little bit of their fur. Pawsteps approached and she glanced upward.


Batsong eyed the grieving queen and meowed a quiet quick hello back. It was no secret that the two didn’t always get along. Batsong was sorry for coyotegrin having just lost her son. She knew what it was like to lose a kit. She had lost her daughter, her parents… her adoptive parents , her apprentice. Coyote wasn’t the only one who had lost lots. In that sense they were quite similar.

Coyotes greeting was pretty cold, understandably so given all she had been through. She did love to barge into things didn’t she though? This wasn’t too dissimilar to how she had micromanaged over whisper … well it wasn’t like batsong could really adopt the young birchkit anyways. She had given that life up with her oath to medicine.


Daisybreeze emerged from the warriors den a short few moments later. She hadn’t slept well since her brothers death and had barely eaten. She got to see him at her moonstone but that was not nearly enough time to see him again. In part, she blamed batsong for it … she was the med cat so why was she not able to save her brother after all the clans safety was her job wasn’t it!!? She gave a not so subtle glare to the medicine cat her eyes red from the crying and lack of sleep she had. Being raised, there was always tensions between her parents and the med cat and it had effected her as well. The whole time she was a kit and apprentice she had wanted to please her parents and make them proud… now she just felt empty and apathetic towards things. She wanted to find that stupid fox and rip it to prices like it had done to poor golden. The camp still felt empty with out him.

Going over to the group she sat down batsong shouldn’t you be in your den preparing for things? Maybe if you were better prepared we would still have birchkits mother and golden paw she said through teary eyes that stung


Batsong laid her ears back angry and annoyed she had done her best to save both of them… in golden case she didn’t even get a chance! Still she understood daisy was grieving and her presence here clearly was not welcome. Dipping her head without a word she walked away quickly.


Daisybreeze looked down at the kit with sad eyes she used to be so energetic and competitive now she was a broken mess. She went to coyotes side and sat by her sobbing