by Cιєℓ Pнαηтσмнινє » Tue Jul 22, 2014 3:54 pm
Whisperleaf gloomily entered the medicine cat den, trying to ignore the scent of death that still lingered. She shuddered, her frail body trembling at the sight of the deputy's limp body. She sighed, limping over to Hawkwing, but stayed a tail length away, keeping her injured paw off the ground. She shyly meowed, face gloomy, "Ho are you holding up?" She asked, both talking about his wounds and the death of the deputy. Whisperleaf was obe cat that did not like death at all, no matter what.