The Ceremony had been long and the tears seemed to never to stop flowing. All members of the Ambertalon Tribe, young and old, all showed up to pay there respects to their fallen leader. His wolven body lay silent and unmoving atop a high stacked funeral pyr, waiting to be lit by his wife, in order to cross over to the next world. Moonpaw was heavy with despair, cuddled close to her only pup and soon to be leader of their tribe; Redbird. The young girl watched with blood shot eyes as her Mother left her side, trembling and forcing a dignified posture. It was obvious that Moonpaw rather crumple into a ball and sleep away the sadness, but she had the whole tribe watching her. Redbird cringed as she witnessed the lighting of a funeral pyr for the first time. She never expected that it would be her Father... The night had gone by as slow as possible, draining all the spirit from the young girl. Her eyes drooped as her Mother finally returned to wrapp a pale arm around her petite body. She reflected on the past events, the news of her Fathers death and the obvious foul play that had been given to them from Ja'Rom. The Great Owl had somehow managed to witness it all, reporting to them that her Father, Ambertalon, had fought to the death with the leader of the southern tribe; Bloodcall. Redbird was unsure of what to believe, but one thing was obvious; her Father was dead and she was the new leader.