The meeting about Springlight's death was a few days ago. The large ginger tom walked along the rocky ground of the ThunderClan camp. The day was dreary, as if the world too was mourning the loss of the medicine cat, but the day didn't cry like his cousin Orangeblossom did. His cousin, whom he considered a brother, was heartbroken. His mate, Springlight, was gone. Cliffjumper knew the pain after his mate Morningdawn passed many moons ago, making him feel helpless.
Cliffjumper sighed, choosing not to pity himself but to focus on Orangeblossom. Cliffjumper walked into the warriors' den that was empty of all but one soul: Orangeblossom. Cliffjumper walked over to him, able to feel the grief that radiated off of him. His gaze was soft, and his voice was steady when he spoke.
"Orange?" he meowed, sitting down next to him. "Hey, I'm so sorry about Spring. If you need to talk to anyone, I'm here," the warrior said.
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Dolomedes
CLose your eyes and take a leap
