I walk and cry. My dear toy..broken, forever! I hiss of anger. Why was Spottedkit like that?! I stretch my orange, black spotted legs. The wind brushes my fur as i put Mr. Brownstick down and dig a hole. The hole is pretty deep. That's good! 

Now foxes or those stinky badgers won't get it. I sniff. I put the stick inside and throw my favourite flower, a rose, in the grave too. All my loved ones who died get a grave here, at the sunningrocks. I look up at the sky and pray that the kits who've died can play with Mr. Brownstick in Starclan. 

I look at the grave from my mom. I nod and grief in silence, once again. I put a pawprint on the three graves and turn around, back to camp. 

It's pretty short, i know. :/