๑۞๑,¸¸,ø¤º°`°๑۩ Ƨнα∂ɛƆℓαи ~ Ƨɛмι-ℓιт ๑۩ ,¸¸,ø¤º°`°๑۞๑

[<sandfeather>]

Amber cried and snuggled closer to her dead mom trying to stay warm. Yet the breeze was so cold to a neeborn kit and her wounds bled everywhere. She was allso covered in her siblings blood alomg with her mothers.

[roxyuniverse]

Rainpaw nodded at her mentor's words and turned to face Darkpaw and Wolfspirit. "So can we go?" She asked the two older cats, tilting her head slightly as she looked up at them. She stretched out her body, reaching her fore paws out in front of her before returning to her former posture. Most cats her age wouldn't be as mature as she is at that age. But because she had already been an apprentice for three moons, unlike the other clans where kits became apprentice at 6 moons, she had learned that being playful and energetic is not always a good way to be, especially around older cats. Rainpaw's tail flicked back and forth contently as she waited for the warrior's answer.

[#Spirit]

Flowerheart
Gender- She-cat
Rank- Warrior
Age- 55 moons old
Apprentice- Rainpaw
Crush- Shadetalon
Mate- X
Sexuality- Straight
Residence- ShadeClan
Tagged- Shadetalon
Doing- Going to get treating
Emotions- Satisfied

Flowerheart smirked in satisfaction, "I come from a long line of persuasive cats." She mewed jokingly, hoping that he would at least smile as result. She waited for him to reach her side before padding on over to camp and where the medicine cat den was. She was so very grateful for the few other sane and trustworthy cats. She knew she could depend of Shadetalon... well, hopefully. And Rainpaw, perhaps.

[ailurophile.]

Shadetalon smiled, then stared at her apprentice. "Seems like that your apprentice is calling for you." He said softly before wiping the blood off from his face.

[#Spirit]

Flowerheart
Gender- She-cat
Rank- Warrior
Age- 55 moons old
Apprentice- Rainpaw
Crush- Shadetalon
Mate- X
Sexuality- Straight
Residence- ShadeClan
Tagged- Shadetalon
Doing- Going to get treating
Emotions- Neutral

Flowerheart shook her head. "Wolfspirit has it covered, I'll catch up to them later." She informed assuringly, but as they were padding back to camp she picked up the smell of blood, "Hey, you smell that?" She asked Shadetalon, confused.

[<sandfeather>]

Amber let out a cry in pain all she could smell was blood she swearmed makeing her wounds sweeze blood on to her pelt the bottom on her was deached in her siblings and mothers blood. She cried smelling something else she dint know what it was but she was scard. She cried and snuggled closer to her dead mom.

[#Spirit]

Flowerheart
Gender- She-cat
Rank- Warrior
Age- 55 moons old
Apprentice- Rainpaw
Crush- Shadetalon
Mate- X
Sexuality- Straight
Residence- ShadeClan
Tagged- Shadetalon
Doing- Examining
Emotions- Worried, confused

"I think I heard a cry for help!" She stopped abruptly in a halt and raised up upon her toes, twisting around quickly. Flowerheart held her nose to the ground and began to sniff for the scent of blood and fear. She was led upon a trail of what smelled like badger. Checking behind her to see if Shadetalon was still there she took a few steps forwards, worried. She whispered, "Shadetalon! Lets climb a tree, there is definitely someone hurt and badger scent. No one in the clan would care and we wouldn't be able to fight them off ourselves." She confirmed.

[<sandfeather>]

Amber cried she sented the sents closer and cryed . She swirmed more as they got closer. Her wounds killingbher.
The badger ran across the border into moonclan.

[#Spirit]

[center]
Flowerheart
Gender- She-cat
Rank- Warrior
Age- 55 moons old
Apprentice- Rainpaw
Crush- Shadetalon
Mate- X
Sexuality- Straight
Residence- ShadeClan
Tagged- Shadetalon
Doing- Examining
Emotions- Worried, frightened

[/center]

Flowerheart sniffed, they were close, and the cat was definitely a loner. The lean cat scampered up a tree, her expression blank as she aimed for balance in which she surely received. Wobbling along a thin branch, she jumped across to a nearby tree, though barely making it. "Shadetalon, stay back!" She urged, her own wounds had stopped bleeding, which was good. Nice try, Tigerfang, you no-good piece of foxdung! She cursed in her mind. Flowerheart's attention turned abruptly to a ginger cat squirming on the ground, surrounded by blood and dead cats. She gasped and looked to see a missing leg on her. Leaping down, she began to clean the wounds furiously, not caring if anyone saw.

[<sandfeather>]

Amberkit felt something touching you she automaticly started to cry shivering. It made her wounds sting yet they were being cleaned. She swirmed afraid that he badger was back. She let out a tiny cry wanting her mom even though she was dead.