~Stormfang~
Her brow furrowed as Featherwind's words trailed off, assuming that the two prophecies she spoke of were grim. Stormfang gently rested her tail tip on the she-cat's side briefly for some sort of comfort, forcing a weak smile.
~Quietpaw~
Quietpaw really wanted to speak to someone about this prophecy even still; talking to someone wasn't something that he often had a desire to do. Sighing, he padded back out of the den, head low. He spotted Fogpaw on the outskirts of camp. He never really spoke to the tom, assuming that he was just as bashful as he was.
Hesitantly, he sat down near Fogpaw. "What do you think of these prophecies? If you don't mind me asking, of course."
[[ might as well get some conversation with fogpaw goin' before it's too late, then. hehe