by Forcing.Laughter » Tue Dec 24, 2013 1:52 am
Russetpelt slashed his claws across the rouges cheek, sending them stumbling
he felt a sharp stab of pain sink into his neck and whipped sround, seeing the same dark brown tom as they had encountered only a few moons before "frostheart!" he hissed, remembering the toms name, he stared unflinchingly into the toms one eye
“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.”