Grasspaw stay still in her nest, eyes clenched shut. Where was Crimsonpaw? She missed him so much; way much more than a she-cat should miss her tom friend. Her claws flexed, ears flicking as she peeked her eyes open to gaze down at her paws. They promised they would get him back! She should have known better than to trust ones words of a promise that could be broken. Now she was tempted to go back there and save her friend herself.
Ravenstrike sat perched on a rock, ears perked forward as he looked around at his clan members. He knew that a new deputy would be appointed soon, but he had no faith in himself whatsoever. Nobody ever even spoke to him. So what was the point of even being in a clan when you were ignored? The thought made his blood go from cold to freezing, and he growled, hopping off his rock and into the dirt and grass. He plopped down, laying on his side to gaze up at the sky. He even saved a kits life, and he wasn't even thanked. Rotton, good for nothing fox brains. He thought bitterly, though immediately regretted it. Whats wrong with me? I shouldn't be thinking of my clan in such ways. Raven stood up, shaking out his jet black pelt before gazing around the camp, sighing. Would anyone even notice if he left and never returned?