Oakfang narrowed his eyes.
Why would it matter if he went or not? He just didnt understand, as he was trying to help. But he noticed after a moment. She'll lose another cat if more then him goes... not because of him particularly. He made a sigh, heis going to the tom. "I wish you a safe journey back to camp then, sir." He meowed with a curt nod. His gaze then went back to the group of cats. Now what?
Foxpaw watched as the other cats dispersed. She could see Bristlepelt was exhausted, and lowered her ears. If i was older, I could help even more! I mean i am 11 moons... just a few to become a warrior with my uncle! She shifted her self to sitting down on the cool ground. Her furry, thick tail swiveled a bit. She began to get lost in thought...
What was causing this chaos of a disease? Was Oakfang ok? Did they figure out anything with the cure? Her blue ocean eyes began to droop.
Oh Starclan... She then fell asleep, still in a sitting stance.
(Anyone want t be Foxpaw's "Lost" father? could be an existing character, or new, just let me know please, so i can decide

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