Duckpaw nods, "Yeah, after a moon she might still have some scars but hopefully she'll get better." He moved a few brambles out of the way for her to walk through so her pelt wouldn't get dirty. He watched her as he walked beside the shecat. His blue eyes glittered with wonder.
"You think so?" Desertsong mewed with hope, she sat up feeling a little better. The shecat finally chose who it would be. "Thank you Lavandersky." She bowed her head in respect to her clan mate.












