by -Blackthorn- » Fri Mar 01, 2019 6:05 am
Briskwhistle turned from the kits and grabbed the fox's leg. She tugged it off Mapleflight, and the fox bit her on the shoulder, eliciting a yelp of pain. Ignoring her pain, the silver warrior raked it across the nose, and it dashed away whimpering.
Briskwhisker sighed in relief, "Good riddance. Are you three okay?" She turned to the kits who nodded
The kit with the brown tortoiseshell pelt piped up, "I'm Sorrel. Thanks for saving our lives."
The silver kit piped up, "I'm Moon. Sorrel's brother."
Finally the light brown she-cat squeaked, "I'm Laurel."
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I love the silent hour of night,
For blissful dreams may then arise,
Revealing to my charmed sight
What may not bless my waking eyes.
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