Featherfoot
Featherfoot was not fazed by this news in the slightest, yet a gag still twisted in her throat. Without Honeyflair, Coppertail would.. Her blood ran cold as ice and a deathening chill ran down her spine. Her fur bristled and her ears flattened against her skull. "I.." She swallowed, letting Darkswift speak. Anger seared in her veins. You're lying and you know it! The voice screamed in her head, and she allowed it to take over, shakily springing to her paws. "She was not killed by a rogue!" Featherfoot exploded, feeling her stomach twist in fury and pain. Her sclera trembled and she hissed hoarsely, almost darkly.
(cryingg omg ;___;)

