Stone Circle but why do I lie awake each night thinking

A year old. 

Only a boy, but with the weight of so much suffering. She slides her teeth together and with an averting gaze finds her paws. She supposes living means brushing with hell now and then. At least this boy was on the right side of it, gritting through with humor.

Returning her stare she shifts to the side, to let the sunlight warm the crest of her spine and length of her legs. “Are you from the Riverclan, too?”