A lost moment

"I-it's okay r-right? I can.. I can still be a medicine cat? Please? I won't lose anyone again!! I swear!" Honeypaw whimpered as she looked at the motionless heap of fur with three kits kneading her stomach for fresh milk, crying out for their mother who'd already died. Honeypaw's mentor gave her a solemn look, pressing his forehead against hers for a brief moment.

"Honeypaw, the first one is always the most difficult. You grow accustomed to it." He took a breath to collect his thoughts. "I'll bring Mistgem to the clearing for our clanmates to sit vigil with her, so go ahead to the den. Just try to relax, please." Frostmane consoled his apprentice and motioned for her to leave the den and go to the medicine cats' hollow.

After a short moment, Honeypaw did as instructed, leaving the kits' father to tend to the youngest additions of Thunderclan.