(Just so you know, I may not post much; I'm at the libary on limited time because my internet is currently out of use.)

Featherpaw let out a wail, her eyes widening and her ears flat against her head. How could this have happened? Her father wasn't ill, he should have lived. One dog shouldn't have been able to kill him! And yet the evidence was here, right in front of her. Her father's body, joints at odd angles, his honey-brown fur soaked with scarlet blood. She touched her nose to the soft fur and let out a low moan; he was already cold.

Blackpaw didn't wail like his sister, but his other reactions were exactly the same. The only difference in these were that he pressed his black flank against the cream of his sister's, trying to offer comfort. He stared at Brackenthorn's body before looking at Fernsong. His attraction to her was swept away with his grief.
"Did," He paused, trying to sound mature as his voice broke in his grief for the only family member he had ever known. "Did he say anything?"
Featherpaw let out a wail, her eyes widening and her ears flat against her head. How could this have happened? Her father wasn't ill, he should have lived. One dog shouldn't have been able to kill him! And yet the evidence was here, right in front of her. Her father's body, joints at odd angles, his honey-brown fur soaked with scarlet blood. She touched her nose to the soft fur and let out a low moan; he was already cold.
Blackpaw didn't wail like his sister, but his other reactions were exactly the same. The only difference in these were that he pressed his black flank against the cream of his sister's, trying to offer comfort. He stared at Brackenthorn's body before looking at Fernsong. His attraction to her was swept away with his grief.
"Did," He paused, trying to sound mature as his voice broke in his grief for the only family member he had ever known. "Did he say anything?"



