by Cradily » Tue Apr 15, 2014 10:48 am
"Alec?" Peachtail mewed, slipping into the cave. "Alec!" She bounded up to him and nuzzled him.
"That's just you making up things to defend yourself!" Robinthroat sneered. "At least I know what my name means."
Amberkit shot a glance at Brackenkit and briefly wondered if he was sick. Her paws itched to go over and talk to him, but she refused the urge. It wasn't that she was mad; oh, no, not at all. She knew that he had only been honest with her. But the idea that he might like a dead she-kit, one that he probably hadn't even known for very long, more than her was too much to bear. She couldn't bring herself to talk to Brackenkit if there was a possibility that she might be replaced eventually, and so she kept quiet, continuing to fidget with leaves and twigs and pebbles and grass as if nothing had happened.