[color=#0000FF][center]Blazestorm narrowed his eyes at her, locking gazes with her and studying her. He debated this in his head, figured that the fresh-kill pile was getting pretty low, and then gave a small shrug. Then he heard Amberstone say he was leading a patrol and gave another shrug. "'Nother time," he meowed simply and padded over to Amberstone.
Ravenwing stopped dead in her tracks. Her pelt fluffed up as she stiffly made her weay over to Amberstone, all of the cats around her making her uncomfortable. She shook out her pelt and closed her eyes tight for a moment. She had always dreaded this moment. She opened her eyes with an uncertain look and gave a tiny nod with uncertainty clouding her eyes.








