1x1 Worrior's RP Bloodclan

[A~Random~Fox]

Nightmoon watched them from the opposite side of the den.

[wolfyattitude]

"Everything is fine." She replied gratefully.
"Good, just tell me when you feel pain." He dipped his head and left. Velvetpelt was painfully aware of the tension between the two toms.

[A~Random~Fox]

Nightmoon let out a small sigh and looked at her, his head hanging low.

[wolfyattitude]

"What's the matter?" She asked Nightmoon quietly.

[A~Random~Fox]

"I should've told her I loved her sooner..." Nightmoon muttered to himself under his breath, referring to Ginger.

[wolfyattitude]

"Ginger you mean?" She sniffed, feeling a light prickle of jealously travel through her, but nothing more.

[A~Random~Fox]

"Yes...but she doesn't matter anymore." he looked up.

[wolfyattitude]

"If you say so." She smiled softly, curling up again.

(Want to make the battle happen now)

[A~Random~Fox]

(sure)

[wolfyattitude]

(ok)

Silentsteps flinched, a new, unfamiliar scent flooding into his nostrils.
"Scourge! The attack!" He yowled.