Nightwhisper nodded to her leader,but still seemed slightly distracted. "It's alright,Strikestar..." She muttered,hurrying away from the pair,her head down as she muttered something to herself. The She-cat had been off ever since her kits had died being born. The whole clan knew the story,but none of them spoke off it. There was,however,no doubt in anyone's mind that it was a great tragedy both for the then apprentice and the clan itself. Since that night,she'd lost her bright and joking personality,her interest in any of the young toms of the camp had immediately evaporated afterward as well.Though a few had tried,no one seemed able to get past the icy barrier that surrounded Nightwhisper's heart.
{Sure,thanks ^^}
{Sure,thanks ^^}



