Whispers (c)

Sunflare approached his despondent leader, his own appearance sorely lacking lately. Already skinny, bones now jutted from the tom in strange places. And worst of all, Snowfoot had been killed. She was never anything special to him, just his elderly aunt, but he could see she was an emotional anchor for many others. Sitting down beside Leopardstar, he offered a purr. “Snowfoot would say I look like a WindClan cat these days,” he offered wryly. “I want to congratulate you, Leopardstar, on your success as leader. You took action against Nightstalker and led the fight against the rats in which we lost only a single cat. Many others could have fallen that night. I want you to know I’m here if ever you need anything. We are the next generation of Froststar’s legacy. I also wish to offer my condolences. I was never close to Snowfoot, but she was a great cat and will be missed.”