Pretty Colors

He would wake, eyes opening to the bright autumn morning. His aunt was gone from the den, but his sister was still there, slumbering away. Naoise would give a soft sigh, his faded green eyes focused on her in thought. Ama was still missing, and his mother, despite having two new little siblings to focus on his mother had also lost another child. He felt horrible for her... for Mystic too. He would give a soft sigh, deciding that today was the day. Naoise would get to his paws, moving over to his sister's side and giving her a gentle nudge. "Mystic?"