Ghoststripe | Male | Warrior | Tags: Novasky, Whitepelt, Nightshade
Ghoststripe padded into camp, looking for the deputy. His pelt stank of Leafclan due to the fight and his paws still had blood on. He hadn't bothered to wash them yet, telling the deputy about the border skirmish was more important at the moment. Though he would keep the real father of Whitepelt's kits secret.