Ashfoot padded from the clearing, Willowkit only a inch from his leg, ''What happened?'' he took a stare at Leafpelt's matted and red fur,
''We found a badger in the forest, but Leafpelt was the one to fight it, I ran back to camp to worn the clan, but that was not much help.'' Cloverclaw sighed resting her head on the Warriors' den outer stone.
''Cool.'' Willowkit purred,
"-Wil-owkit... It is not cool for a cat to be injured.'' Cloverclaw snapped, but softened her senses, ''Not to be rude...'' Cloverclaw mumbled.
Ashfoot nodded, and sat down. ''Could you watch Willowkit wall I get some fresh-kill?'' Ashfoot asked.
''Sure.'' Cloverclaw offered, looking down at Willowkit.
Ashfoot padded across the clearing to the stinky, old, prey that lay in a medium pile at the edge behind the shining Highrock, small cracks of sunlight being from its huge glory.







