❝ 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 ❞ If there was a difference between life and death, Citrinemoon could not distinguish the dissimilarity. She was soulless, the happiness which could formerly be felt inside her gone with a dead soul - her mate who filled in the empty gaps of her life. She felt like a walking dead, bearing the responsibility of being the deputy of ShadowClan while secretly wishing to have a place in a perfect family. ShadowClan had had it tough. Loss of lives on the battlefield. Countless warriors headed towards victory but losing their last breaths under the enemies' red claws. Seven warriors left, however, luck never ever turned its head towards their way. When an unexpected piece of news hit the clan suddenly like a huge wave of shock, could she possibly assist the clan and the offspring to survive the ultimate disaster... or it will be the end of the clans... Credits Cover - @-loveyu