Sun Mote Copse I'm not about to fight until the last of me dies

Mortality was mercifully a concept Weejay had yet to understand, but she did know this: her mother was not well. After her sickness had turned into something more withdrawn, Weejay grew troubled — especially since her father seemed worried himself, and had kept the children from tormenting or pestering Wildfire while she recovered. 

MOMMY! Weejay had yelled loudly, more than once too — but it was to no avail. Her mother’s figure did not reappear, and the den’s shadow remained unbroken. 

Weejay had not taken to the separation well, as was to be expected — but the day her mommy reappeared, the girl was right by her side with a flourish of nimble licks and kisses — even if Eljay tried to hold her back in the process.