Wildstorm, stomach still swollen, nuzzled each of the kits, one of them purely white, seeming to glow against her black fur, another a black tabby, the other dark grey tabby. Wildstorm was kind and gentle, but when it came down to it, she was right to the point. Her fluffy black fur and golden eyes were hard to forget.
Earthshaker, who had died young by drowning in insanity, walked back into the void, carrying freshkill that had gotten stuck between the living world and the dead one. She was trotting happily, but when she saw the clearing she stopped dead in her tracks. The spirit stone floated alone, Moonstruck was gone.