"Mosskit! Mosskit please wake up!" Bluefur mewed desperatly. Panic gripped her like talons.
"Mosskit please, there's warmth and food just on the other side of the river! Please wake up!" Grief choked her mew as she stared at the limp, unmoving body of her kit.
"Mosskit." Bluefur's voice was sticky with sorrow.
"Bluefur." Snowfur's scent wreathed around her. "Let her go, I'll look after her."
"No, don't take her! Please!." Bluefur yowled to the sky.
"It's too late, she's already gone, There's nothing you can do." Snowleaf breathed. Bluefur bit her lip to keep a wail from escaping her lips as she led her two remaining kits to Sunningrocks. "What about Mosskit?" Stornekit squeaked.
"I'll come back for her." Bluefur mewed.
Bluefur led them to Sunningrocks and introduced her kits to Oakheart.
"This is Stonekit." Bluefur's voice trembled as she laid her tail on his flank. "And this is Mistykit." She referred to her other kit.
"But, where's the other one?" Oakheart asked. "You said there were three?"
"Dead." Bluefur choked before she bolted away, her heart breaking as she heard the yowls of her kits. Bluefur made her way back to the hole they were staying in, now filled with snow. Panic gripped her one again.
No! Mosskit!
Bluefur began to dig, finaly finding her daughter's body, then began to dig deeper. She wouldn't leave her in the snow, so when it melted she would be easy prey! The roots and stones tore at her pads and claws. Bluefur laid her daughter to rest in the hole, and then started to fill it again, whimpering as she went.