wispstar x camp x talking x prussia,frostfeather,bushtail,rouge
wispstar rolled over,a pain in his side with crimson bleeding out from a cut.the leader's one good eye flashed open,seeing first frostfeather.seeing the bengal she-cat in trouble,he rushed to his clanmate,limping.throwing his head back as blood rushed,he mewed a yowl of thanks to whitefang,whom had saved him then.leaping,he twirled around in the air for his special attack movement,the air hindkick.dust trailed,and his back claws unsheathed and pierced the head of the rouge whom had grasped frostfeather.the black tom batted the tom in a rolling dust fight.he had a claw to pick with this rouge now!
wispstar rolled over,a pain in his side with crimson bleeding out from a cut.the leader's one good eye flashed open,seeing first frostfeather.seeing the bengal she-cat in trouble,he rushed to his clanmate,limping.throwing his head back as blood rushed,he mewed a yowl of thanks to whitefang,whom had saved him then.leaping,he twirled around in the air for his special attack movement,the air hindkick.dust trailed,and his back claws unsheathed and pierced the head of the rouge whom had grasped frostfeather.the black tom batted the tom in a rolling dust fight.he had a claw to pick with this rouge now!

