Age: 2 moons

heather. 

I stare at his body. this cant be possible. I knew he was hungry but- this isn't real. I nudge his body. but it is real. and he must go. as I bury him I cant help but be angry at him. he should have looked harder for berries! but as I break down crying once the job is done I know I an lying to my self. I am the oldest. and it's all my fault...

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bough

I see mother. and a cat I dont know staring at my brother as he cries. I silently join them and curl up around my mother once more.