During Bluestar's Prophecy, she kept the fates of Thrushpelt's adopted kits secret from him. Did he ever discover the truth? Hope you enjoy! ********************************************************************************* Story: ''''''''' How long was grief meant to last? Thrushpelt didn't know. The devastating death on his adopted kits was still fresh in his mind: Mosskit, Stonekit and Mistykit. While it was technically five moons since a fox had snatched them, it didn't feel a signal day had passed to soften the blow. Time didn't help, no matter how long he waited. His old friend, Bluefur had already lost her mother and sister, she hadn't deserved her kits' deaths as well. Though she'd shown a strength Thrushpelt hadn't, throwing herself back into her duties, to fulfil the void left in her heart. She'd certainly earned her deputy postion and was a worthy successor to Tawnyspots, Thrushpelt's brother. The distant rippling of water was Thrushpelt's anchor back into reality.