!!TW: mentions of grief/death!! Twenty cats dead. In almost an instant. In the blink of an eye. Chamomilekit's only family. His father. Gone. Saltstone was dead. There was no bringing him back. Chamomile couldn't believe it. He was barely a moon old and he was already an orphan. The clan was dying. Their numbers were dwindling and there was nothing he could do to help. He couldn't save them. He couldn't even protect his own father. He felt useless and weak, but most of all, he felt a numb sadness, that washed over his fur and sunk deep into his bones. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't... He couldn't. Do. Anything. But cry. All he could do was cry.
ignore the crusty ahh animation
