As a response to the question the kitten started to sing, though it was ever so soft, and tears rolled down his fluffy cheeks as he did so. "Love gained and taken away, my heart though still it does not stray. I still love her with all in my heart, for her visage I cannot discard. I cannot forget her even if I would try, Her return, for that I would die. I wish to hold her close one last time, before I will be destroyed by winter's rime." He kept walking, his stride slow and steady, but it appeared that it was more of a deathmarch then a common stroll...