Ƨωαиғσσт
Ѧσℓℓʏ | Ɯαяяισя | Ƭαɢɢɛ∂ - Яσωαиℓσɢ
Δи∂ ωɛ ℓαʋɢнɛ∂, σн, αи∂ ωɛ cяιɛ∂ αи∂
тнσʋɢнт: Ѳн, ωнαт α ℓιғɛ. - Δмɛяιcαи ΔʋтнσяƨSnow. The white, cozy look of snow. The white cat stood, shaking off her pelt and stretching. A vision of Lionlight flashed in the warrior's mind. Swanfoot gasped, looking around.
I must go back to camp! I must help them. Everyone and everything there is in turmoil. She quickly took off running, pushing past thorns and bushes. Blood began to well at her spine, making her ruffled fur turn red, but the cat didn't stop. The smells of camp flooded the warrior's nose. Swanfoot darted through the entrance, running past Dagger, Faithstar, and Nightwing. The white cat burst into the warrior's den. "Rowanlog! I'm so sorry!" she said, looking into his dull, scared eyes. The white warrior had had good dreams. This tom, obviously, had not. "I have a message from Mossheart." Swanfoot meowed slowly.
Δитραω
Ƭσмcαт | Δρρяɛитιcɛ | Ƭαɢɢɛ∂ - Ƭняʋƨнραω
Ɯнɛяɛʌɛя Ɩ'м ɢσιиɢ,
Ɩ'м αℓяɛα∂ʏ нσмɛ. - Ĵαƨσи ѦιяαʓAntpaw padded back into camp, looking around. Something seemed... wrong. Suddenly, he looked up, spotting Thrushpaw. "Oh StarClan." the black cat gulped. She was up in a tree, his worst fear. The black apprentice bounded over to the huge plant, looking up at its tall trunk. He wasn't about to let his friend fall, no matter how scary it was. "Hold on!" he called to her. Antpaw hooked his claws into the hard bark, his fur on end. Slowly but definitely, he inched up the tree, stepping out on to the branch she was on. It was so wobbly with two cats on it, but he continued on, trying not to look down. Antpaw reached the spot she was at and laid down, gripping the tree with all of his strength. "Hook your claws in my pelt. I'll be fine, just get on the tree!" he said to Thrushpaw.
Δρρℓɛκιт
Ѧσℓℓʏ | Ƙιт | Ƭαɢɢɛ∂ - Яσωαиℓσɢ
Ƨαω ƨσ мαиʏ ρℓαcɛƨ, тнɛ тнιиɢƨ тнαт Ɩ ∂ι∂
Ɯιтн ɛʌɛяʏ вяσκɛи вσиɛ, Ɩ ƨωɛαя Ɩ ℓιʌɛ∂ - ѲиɛЯɛρʋвℓιcApplekit watched her father run off.
He loved her. He loved her more than we ever knew. Applekit pressed her nose to her dead, and living, family's noses and trailed off after Rowanlog.
Not a single one of us needs alone time right now. She found him in the warrior's den, weeping over a nest. The kit curled up behind his head, little tears streaming from her eyes.
[ And, welcome to the fanart, the cats that go DOOM...
Also, we have Dagger x Antpaw. <3
Swanfoot and Rowanlog
Antpaw x Dagger
Maybe... what should I do next. Swanfoot x Nightwing uvu... It must be done.
What's so scary? ono ]