#driftskip

ashes, ashes

dust to dust

“Where are Thistlespots and Spidersting.....” Frogflash asked softly, as if he already knew the answer but couldn’t bare to hear it. Driftskip shook his head. Frogflash let out a high-pitched wail, trying to streak past Driftskip to find the two golden she-cats alive and well, but Driftskip caught him before he could.

“Th...” he gulped, “They’re gone, Frogflash.”

For a moment Frogflash was frozen, staring at the gazes of Spidersting’s kits. Dustfeather looked just as distraught as her father, but Newtspots looked like his mind was already on the warpath. Shaking and sobbing, Frogflash fell onto the tom’s shoulder.