From the ashes(1x1)

[Whistle.Concert]

Jet twitched her paws again. Ack! Curse this stupid reaction!

[Saphira344]

Morningsun ented the camp and droped her, placing a paw on her tail to stop her bolting

[Whistle.Concert]

Her instant reaction was not to try and bolt, but to crouch down low, hiding her stomach. She narrowed her eyes as she saw a light brown tabby walking forward, and bard her teeth in a silent snarl as he got far too close for comfort. Not that she could do anything about it.

Snakestar just looked at the half-starved cat brought in, and then looked up at Morningsun. His expression was hard to read, though he just seemed to give off an unamused aura. "Your apprentice was really scared of...This? She's...She's a bit small."

[Saphira344]

"Shes a kit in my eyes" Morningsun mewed"didnt know what to do about her"

[Whistle.Concert]

"She's not a kit." Snakestar mewed. "Not fluffy enough to be a kit. She has no kitten fur."
He took another step closer, flinching back as she took a swipe at him. "Heh. Little spitfire isn't she."
He had noticed the way she'd instantly gone to protect her stomach, and it made him rather curious.

[Saphira344]

Whisperwind lifted her head awoken by the noise before geting to her paws to investergate

[Whistle.Concert]

"..Flip her over. So her stomach's facing up." Snakestar mewed. "..Not for very long. I just want to examine something."
Upon hearing his suggestion, Jet responded with a variety of hisses, screeches and growls.

[Saphira344]

Morning snorted before obaying

[Whistle.Concert]

Snakestar moved over, first noticing the claw marks in her stomach. He scowled, not sure if touching the snarling, spitting furball was the best idea afterall...
He looked at morningsun. "Was it necessary to injure her? She's small enough for you carry."

[Saphira344]

"she wouldnt sit still"Morningsun counted"i was trying to get her to calm down, and stop figeting"