Paws moved gently, quietly over the soft terrain, talons digging deep at the earth. He wasn't quite sure what exactly had happened, all that he knew was that he had died, and so had his boy. Now he was in some weird place, it was like home..but he had watched with his own eyes, his home, his whole world, destroyed. Perhaps this was just simply what the afterlife had been, a continuation of what you had on earth...or at least most everything that you had. A heavy sigh uttered through blackened lips, expelled into the air sharply. He had let his boy die, and for that, he could never forgive himself. Why him? He had come to this unusual place, and so had others, but why not his boy? Wolven brows furrowed at the thought, head hung low as he moved, hardly even paying attention to where creamy paws were carrying him.

The grasses were tall and green, the tree's stood mightily and cast their cooling shade upon certain area's. The wind was still, the temperature just perfect. A perfect day. Just like the days that he and Nah'ane would romp through the fields and plains. Thin sonars flickered in an irritated motion, easing their way across his sleek skull. He was nothing. His 'life' meant nothing. He had no boy, and it was all his fault. Paws ceased their movement, body resting slowly back, haunches bunching and weight shifting to bring him to sit. There was a faint breeze that moved through the area, just enough to blow softly at the ravens feather that hung from behind his ear. Kata couldn't help but to mourn the death of his young boy, to feel the hatred within him swelling up like some unstoppable force. A hatred toward himself. He could never let himself care for another, never get close to another. He would only fail them, the same way that he had done Nah'ane.

The place was silent, as if not a single person or creature had roamed. His mind wandered, back to the time that he had acquired the ravens feather which tickled at the side of his neck as it shifted in the soft breeze. Nah'ane had given it to him when the two had been proclaimed real warriors of the tribe. He wore that feather with pride, and it meant the whole world to him, but now..now...Did he deserve such a treasure? A slight shake of his large head brought him back from his thoughts, a cold black orbs resting idly, while the softer blue hue moved about the area. He would have to find a home, somewhere away from the tribe, for he would do them no good. This place was perfection, alas, it was too good for the likes of him, and it reminded him of Nah'ane far too much.