Deadtail wasn't half dead, as it turns out. Just a little scratched up. Mossear spent the next several days sleeping. Well, not strait. She awoke to eat and drink and care for the kits. The day of their apprenticeship came sooner then Mossear thought it would. Deadtail let her lean on him as the kits strutted up the rock.
"Stonekit, from this moment you shall be known as Stonepaw. You shall be trained by Brambleprick." Stonepaw rushed to her mentor, purring like mad. "Coldkit, you shall be known as Coldpaw and Shadetree shall be your mentor." Coldpaw calmly strode to Shadetree's waiting den. "Nightkit, you shall be known as Nightpaw and you shall be trained by Breezevoice." Nightpaw brightly trotted to her mentor. Frozenstar looked over at Mossear, his eyes clouded with worry and grief as he whispered. "Oh Mossear. How can you be so calm?"
A day later, Mossear had moved back into the warriors den with Deadtail. She went on patrols with everyone else, and no one seemed to spot a difference in her. The only souls though, that knew of what happened at the gorge were Frozenstar, Deadtail, Rosepaw, Mossear herself, and those of StarClan. Deadtail watched Mossear nibbling a rabbit for lunch, her eyes closed. She was still tired, and he was beginning to wonder for her health. He sighed sadly, and spoke softly. "Oh Mossear. How can you be so calm?"
Leopardeyes looked down at her friend. Mossear yawned, tired from the hunting. She had brought back three rabbits, and had carried them all back to camp. She curled up in her bed, tiny tail tip over her nose as she coiled into a tight ball. Leopardeyes looked at her, then at the gorge where she had killed the other cat. "Oh Mossear. How can you be so calm?"
In the dead of night, Mossear slipped from her den, trotting out of camp. She knew Deadtail worried of her health, and she knew she'd be fine at day if she slept instead of doing this. She walked to the gorge and stared into the foaming waters, watching them froth and squeeze between the stones below. She imagined going down there, falling that distance and hitting that water. Struggling to keep your head above the surface as you smashed from rock to rock, and as the over powering water pushed you down. "Oh Mossear." She whispered to herself, the same words she told herself time and time again. Each night, in fact. In this place. "How can you be so calm?"