by Forcing.Laughter » Sat Dec 21, 2013 10:42 pm
Nettlepaw looked around, her world freezing as the sight of her mothers body lay in the middle of camp, her fur ruffeled and her eyes closed, as if she was asleep.
"{mothers name}?" she stuttered in disbelief, her paws made of stone, preventing her from moving
“To me, Fearless is not the absence of fear. It's not being completely unafraid. To me, Fearless is having fears. Fearless is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, Fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death.”