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Sunsets didn't help.

They only blazed red. Redder than they did during sunrise. The clouds became tinted with cherry lining, reflecting the watercolor of the sky and painting a beautiful picture with nothing more than what nature had to provide. Sunrises were peaceful. Sunrises were painted with pastels and soft splashes.

But that didn't help, either.

A black form lay upon a patch of grass that grew on a shallow crag of the open moor, not too far from a nearby cavern. The figure's shape blocked out its silhouette against the colorful sky, leaving a void in the hues above. He lay nearly motionless aside from the gentle heaving on his flank to match his breathing.

Coldstone blinked as he watched the sun melt into the horizon, StarClan making themselves known and reflecting their sparkles into the tom's green eyes. He sighed, covering his face with his paws, a soft murmur arising from his throat.

"Oh, Red....I'm so sorry. I miss you..."

The tom peeked out from under his paws, tears beginning to well up at the edges of his eyes. The tom's heart sunk as he thought of his mate. Red would have loved to watch the sunset with him. Red would have been there when the rats attacked. Red would have enjoyed exploring this new home with him. But Red wasn't here anymore, and nothing was going to bring him back.

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Ashlight - - >

    The gray tabby she-cat waltzed quietly through the caverns, humming a soft tune as she went. It was nice, walking around the caverns alone, whenever she'd hum the noise resounded quietly back to her, putting her into a calming trance. As she neared the entrance, however, she saw a lone tom cat, peering up at the stars. She'd been on her way for a nice solo evening hunt- though not the best idea considering their impending war with MothClan, but she figured she could handle herself anyway. As she got closer she recognized the cat as Coldstone. He looked quite somber, but Ashlight had convinced herself by the time she reached his side that she could cheer him up. And hey, a hunting buddy wouldn't be all too bad.

    "Hey Coldstone." She mewed, a soft smile on her face. "The stars are really pretty tonight, I do love Leaffall skies." She noted, beginning to see them as the sun sank deeper over the horizon, plopping herself down next to him without an invitation. He looked like he could use the company. Her tail wrapped around her paws and she noted she could see her breath faintly in the air. It was a little chillier than usual tonight, she'd noted. Looking up at the stars, she wondered briefly if her mother was there. Probably not; she was a loner, and she may even still be alive anyway. Ever since assimilating into RootClan when it was first created, she enjoyed listening to the former-tribes stories and learning about their cultures. They were very adaptable, quickly taking on the lives of normal Clan cats. You could barely tell the difference now, aside from the occasional cat referring to each other in their old weird names. She'd even come up with a name for herself, though she'd never tell anyone. Ash that Touches Light. Not the best, but to her it felt right.

    The silence continued for a moment before she spoke up again. "What did your tribe call StarClan again?" She asked softly, hoping not to offend.