Featherfoot
Featherfoot moved a paw back. Her light river-blue and hazel-green eyes glazed over with tears, and her head spun and protested with a headache. She blinked several times, fighting off the confusion and weariness that was increasing in her conscious mind. "But you can't die." She mewled hoarsely & pathetically. Like a kit, she let out a soft mewl of protest, shutting her eyes, wishing and praying that this was all a bad dream forced upon her from her fall. It's too late now. He's already dying as is, and he's going to be well dead soon, so stop complaining. All you're doing is making yourself a stupid burden, you mewling kit. A voice in her head snarled. She reopened her eyes, staring into Coppertail's pale green ones, her body trembling lightly as a fresh streak of tears emitted from her eyes.

