"Storm is my son," she explained to Spark. The statement hung heavy in the air, as if it were a secret that had been kept for too long. Rose’s eyes held a distant sadness.

"And what about you, how are you?" Storm asked Rose. His voice was gentle, filled with concern. He had always been protective of his mother.

Rose suddenly seemed to deflate. "My mate, Dark, from the pride, died." Her voice was just a whisper, the grief evident in her tone.

Spark noticed Rose was trembling. "Are you okay, Rose?" she questioned, concern making her voice shaky. Something was very wrong, she could sense it.

"I’m fine," Rose said, trying to muster strength. But her denial was feeble, her body betraying her words. She was shook by a bout of coughing.

"Let’s get inside," Storm growled, his voice firm. Resting his tail on his mother’s shoulders, he guided her into the cave, eyes filled with worry.

"You need to rest," Storm growled to Rose. His voice was filled with authority, yet laced with concern. He was stepping up, taking charge like his father.

He led them to one of the nearby caves. "Get some sleep, we’ll talk tomorrow," he said, pointing with his tail towards a nest. His tone was final, leaving no room for argument.

Rose lay down, looking exhausted. Her once vibrant green eyes were now dull and listless. The burden of loss had taken a toll on her.

Spark lay her head down on her paws, watching Rose doze off. She felt a pang of worry. She had never seen Rose so vulnerable before.

Later that night, Spark woke up. Glancing towards Rose's nest, she noticed it was empty. A sense of unease washed over her. Where could Rose be at this hour?

She found Rose outside, staring into the distance. Her eyes were glassy, reflecting the moonlight. She seemed lost in her thoughts, grief-stricken.

"Rose, what's wrong?" Spark asked gently, approaching her. But Rose didn't seem to hear her. She was somewhere else, lost in a world of her own.

Suddenly, Rose turned towards Spark. "You... you killed my daughter, my mate, my parents!" she accused, her voice a chilling whisper in the night.

Shocked, Spark could only stare at Rose. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Rose, I would never hurt them," Spark protested, her voice shaking.

But Rose wasn't listening. She was lost in her grief, her accusations becoming more frantic. "You betrayed us, you betrayed the pride!" she roared, her voice echoing in the night.

Spark felt a pang of hurt. Rose's accusations were baseless, but they stung. How could Rose believe such horrible things about her own family?

Rose's world was falling apart. The loss of her family had taken a toll on her. She was forgetting her loved ones, accusing them of betrayal.

Storm heard the commotion and came running. He found Spark and Rose in a heated confrontation. "What's going on?" he asked, looking from one to the other.

"She's accusing us of killing her family!" Spark cried out, tears welling up in her eyes. She felt betrayed, heartbroken by Rose's accusations.

Storm looked at Rose, disbelief etched on his face. "Mother, we would never hurt our own family," he said, his voice shaking with emotion.

But Rose was too lost in her grief to hear them. She had forgotten her family, letting her grief cloud her judgement. It was a heartbreaking sight.

Spark and Storm could only watch as Rose wandered off into the night, her roars of grief echoing in the silence. They were left in shock, their hearts aching.

They knew they had to help Rose. They couldn't let her drown in her grief. They had to remind her of the love they all shared as a family.

"We'll bring her back, Spark," Storm said, determination flashing in his eyes. "She's our mother. We won't let her forget us." And with that, they set off into the night.