Grinjaw settled down in the warmth of the late sun, flopping onto his side with a contented sigh. Contented, he watched as the young and the queens began to take their share from the freshkill pile and it was then he realized the delightful silence that had settled around him. It was a rare moment, even now when she was a full warrior, that Tinyshade was not by his side, or he not near hers. She was still very rough, very green as a warrior, but he'd not seen anyone bleeding of late so he supposed all must be well. His lips curled into that contented smile as he watched the world with amber eyes. The clan was small now, even moons after their journey to this strange new home it would still be many moons before they ever resembled the clan they had once been. Before the journey, the rotted food, the plagues and the long, bitter cold. He had been a warrior when it all had began, and by the grace of starclan he was still. There was much to be thankful for, even if there was more to mourn.
The sleek tom rolled onto his belly, his chin resting on his paws as he watched the kits toy and tussle over their food. If one ever needed to be reminded of the good in the world they only had to look to the kits. There was pure joy, delight and love in the face of all odds. The same could hardly be said about adults...