Forestcry nodded before she backed away from her leader and left to find Ashpaw. By then, the smoke had dulled most of her senses. She found it hard to breath and began to wheeze, but she finally found her son helping an elder from her den. "Ashpaw, You get her out of camp and to the nearest river." She said was she ran up to the apprentice.
Ghostwing carefull walked along the young cat's side. "Thank you." She said quietly. "Though if we get to far behind......I want you to leave me and save yourself. Got that?"
mutt | they/them | adult “A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity”
Ghostwing shook her head. "I am useless to clan since I am blind." She murmured quietly, coughing from the smoke. "I sometimes actually wish I was killed in battle those many moons ago. Sometimes I think all the other cats think I've gone deaf as well, and cant hear what they say about me."
mutt | they/them | adult “A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity”
Ghostwing felt Ashpaw's pace quicken and then she heard and smelled the fire that was close behind. She too panicked, though not for her life but for Ashpaw's
mutt | they/them | adult “A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity”