and time marches on [c]

There had been many loses within ShadowClan as of late, the only semblance of hope and morale boost being that Juniperpaw and Quillsplash had returned to the Clan relatively unscathed. But of those who had not returned to the land of the living was Tawnyshadow. Oh, how Heatherberry had wished to have fostered that friendship while the molly had still been alive... "Sunflare? Would you like to share a meal with me?" There had been at least one cat on her mind in regards to the passing of Tawnyshadow, however: Sunflare, the mate of the retired, now deceased, molly.

Sunflare merely nodded at the invitation of his kin and sat down next to her. His eyes were dull and lifeless, and his coat disheveled as well as a smooth coat like his could be. He poked at his food with an outstretched claw for what felt like an eternity before sighing and turning to Heatherberry. “I’m a horrible, cruel cat,” he mewed.

One eye cast a soft gaze over the disheveled pelt of Sunflare, her heart aching for him. Her ears flicked back at the sudden declaration that he was a horrible and cruel cat; sure he displayed an attitude like Sablestrike's, but she wouldn't go as far as saying he was a bad cat. "Why do you say that?"