Yay thx blizzerd :3)
Swiftheart streathched out she paded in the middle of camp enjoying the heat of the sun she looked around camp
A badger fought with the mother the mother swiped at the badgers nose and it finally fleaed she looked at her 3 dead kits she fell over she was joining where rouge spirts went she heard a wailing cry she struggled to keep her eyes open and saw one surviveing kit only 3 legs she gave it a lick on the fore head and closed her eyes her body mtionless
(Sorry if thats to germatic..)
My kit let out a scard cry her wound gashing blood she let out a cry of pain and terror