When I see you again, mother, how much time will have passed?
The she-cat was crouched beside the limp shape of a rowan-furred she-cat, shoulders hunched as she buried her muzzle in the cat's fur. Her amber eyes were haunted with a mixture of horror, shock, and grief, and the warrior ignored the quiet activity in the ThunderClan camp around her.
I... I just can't believe you died. You were everything to me. I'm going to miss you so much- I already am.
Tucking her paws more comfortably under her, it was clear that the grieving she-cat was preparing for her mother's vigil. A light brown tabby she-cat trotted up, a bundle of rosemary in her mouth. Sitting, the cat began to spread the herbs on the dead warrior's pelt.
The rosemary makes you smell sweet, mum, if that helps whatever emotions you must be feeling. Though not as sweet as you are in personality.
Glancing away from her mother momentarily, the ginger tabby she-cat took in a deep breath. She was quivering slightly, ears flat to her head and fur bristling. It was clear that she was reluctant to let go of the cat who raised her.
But you're dead. That's the worst thing there is. I can't get you out of my head, either.
"Roseheart," a soft voice mewed. It was the cat spreading the rosemary. "I know you're grieving, but help me rub theses herbs on Palestorm."
Roseheart slowly met the cat's gaze, tensing. "I can't. She's my mother. By doing so, I'm letting her go. Don't you understand, Hazelfoot?"
It's not like that's what I want to do, anyways. I just want you to return, mom.
Hazelfoot sighed and dipped her head, returning to her task. The sun was setting at this point, slowly but steadily, casting long shadows that streaked across the ThunderClan camp. Palestorm's body was hidden in this darkness, making Roseheart flinch.
Are you trying to send me a sign showing you are no more? I love you, and I respect you, but if that's true... I still won't listen. You're going to live forever in my heart, understand?
Roseheart shuffled away from her mother, staring up at the darkening sky. Her ginger tabby fur was ruffled as she gazed up above, but that didn't matter to her.
When I see you again, I can tell you how much I missed you, and how I predicted it this very day. And I'll tell you much we all missed you- the whole of ThunderClan.
The grieving warrior sighed, curling up with her chin on her paws. Her father was dead, and so was her sister, who hadn't even made it to becoming a warrior. It felt like every cat who loved died, and Roseheart hated that feeling. Why couldn't she love without causing death?
Gorsetail, my father, will you take care of Palestorm? Make sure she's happy, even in the afterlife. I'd hate to see her upset. And please show me you're happy yourself. I can't wait to see you again.
The dark sky above heeded no answers to her silent pleas, but that didn't faze Roseheart. The ginger tabby merely cast her gaze back to the present, locking on her mother's body.
And Rowanpaw, the same goes for you. Make sure Palestorm's happy and take care of yourself. I miss you so much, sister. I really do.
A flash of dark feelings swept over Roseheart, and she cringed, sighing. It would be best not to think of her losses, but how could she not do so? She missed them all so much.
When I see you again, I'll tell you how much I missed each one of you. I'll prove it to you if you don't believe me, and I'll spend every day with the three of you. We'll be a family once more, in StarClan, and we'll watch over ThunderClan together. As one.
I feel so bad seeing you all gone, and it breaks my heart whenever I think of you, I promise. I just can't accept that you're all really gone. When you died, Rowanpaw, it was easily enough to accept. There was still mum and dad with me. But then father was killed, and that pushing me past my breaking point. And now Palestorm's joined the ranks of StarClan.
I miss you all so, so much. Rest in peace, my precious family.