Storm walked through the crowd of The Rushing River cats, who were still sad about Ira's death. They were back at their camp, but it felt nothing like before. Without Ira the cats werent always as happy with her positive attitude and her way of making all of their duties fun. Their RiverSwimmer, Ponaday, walked over to the RippleMothers. A kit had passed during the time when Moht had taken over briefly and they hadnt had time to grieve for them because they were so busy regaining their strength and feeding the tribe. "Mama!" Ponaday's kit, Jaggy ran up to his mother. "Whats going on?" He asked, his brown and white, dark brown striped fur brushing against his mother's legs. "We're mourning Goof today." Ponaday mewed sadly. "You mean Lasha?" Jaggy's curious eyes turned to a sorrowful gaze as they met their mother's eyes. Goof had been Lasha's nickname that Ponaday and her mate would call the small kit, Lasha had been like a sister to Jaggy and another kit to Ponaday and Genia, they had been an orphan. "So thats where Lasha went..." Jaggy said sadly, his tail drouping and his paws dragging, just like Ponaday's. Storm was in the nursery, comforting Genia and the other RippleMothers who cared for the kit. As Ponaday walked in with her kit, Storm nodded and moved out of his way, but still staying in the den. Ponaday walked over to Genia and the two shes nuzzled each other effectionatly as their kit curled up sadly next to Genia. The tribe all stood around the open den in a circle, all sad looks upon their faces, when Ponaday started the ceremony. "Today we mourn a beloved member of The Rushing River. Lasha was only 4 moons old but died when Moht forced the tribe to travel for days without stopping more than once. Lasha had been sick at the time and needed rest, but because they did not get rest, they ended up dying of green cough." Ponaday mewed just loud enough for the tribe to hear. "We hope she rests well with the fallen cats of The Rushing River," Ponaday looked at Storm, it was always a tradition to mention Shakati in the ceremonies, and now knowing Storm was Shakati it felt akward, even more when it came to death. ",And Shakati." Ponaday meowed. "May she rest in peace." Panoday mewed and the cats repeated and the call echoed dully around the den. "May she rest in peace."
