♥ Ƨнαℓℓσωғαℓℓ ♥
♥ Ѧɛ∂ιcιиɛ Ɔαт ♥ Ɔяʋƨн ~ Ѳρɛи ♥ Ѧσσ∂ ~ Ƨαтιƨғιɛ∂ ♥ ˩σcαтισи ~ Ѧɛ∂ιcιиɛ Ɔαт Ɖɛи ♥ Ƭαɢɢɛ∂ ~ Ƨιℓʌɛяραω ♥
"Good idea," Shallowfall agreed "we better stock up on everything whilst we're out. We can have a
good sort through and chuck out any useless herbs." The medicine cat meowed as she took another
smaller bite from the rabbit and began to chew it slowly.
♥ Ƭιмвɛяғαℓℓ ♥
♥ Ɯαяяισя ♥ Ɔяʋƨн ~ Ѳρɛи ♥ Ѧσσ∂ ~ Ƭιяɛ∂ ♥ ˩σcαтισи ~ Ѳʋтƨι∂ɛ Ɯαяяισя Ɖɛи ♥ Ƭαɢɢɛ∂ ~ Ѳρɛи ♥
Timberfall sighed as she sat up in her nest. The den was dark with the first very few strips of young
light from the new day. Her brown Bengal fur shook, dislodging scraps of moss and feathers from
her pelt. The fæ then sat down and licked a paw before leaving the den.
♥ Ƨρσттɛ∂ғℓσωɛя ♥
♥ Ɯαяяισя ♥ Ɔяʋƨн ~ Ѳρɛи ♥ Ѧσσ∂ ~ Иɛʋтяαℓ ♥ ˩σcαтισи ~ Ѳʋтƨι∂ɛ Ɯαяяισя Ɖɛи ♥ Ƭαɢɢɛ∂ ~ Ƨнα∂σωcαƨт ♥
Spottedflower turned at a familiar voice. "Oh, hello Shadowcast." She listened to the tom
before getting off of her rump and nodding. "Of course I will come, it's good to get out of
camp and stretch my legs." She meowed with a sweet smile at the younger warrior.
♥ Ғɛяиραω ♥
♥ Δρρяɛитιcɛ ♥ Ɔяʋƨн ~ Ѳρɛи ♥ Ѧσσ∂ ~ Ɖяσωƨʏ ♥ ˩σcαтισи ~ Ѳʋтƨι∂ɛ Δρρяɛитιcɛ Ɖɛи ♥ Ƭαɢɢɛ∂ ~ Ѳρɛи ♥
Fernpaw stumbled out of the den and into the open light. The apprentice was awake now, fully.
She sat down outside the apprentice's den and bent her head to groom her chest fur.
▲ Ƨнα∂σωcαƨт ▲
▲ Ɯαяяισя ▲ Ɔяʋƨн ~ Ѳρɛи ▲ Ѧσσ∂ ~ Ƥσℓιтɛ ▲ ˩σcαтισи ~ Ѳʋтƨι∂ɛ Ɯαяяισя Ɖɛи ▲ Ƭαɢɢɛ∂ ~ Ƨρσттɛ∂ғℓσωɛя ▲
Shadowcast nodded and padded over to the older warrior. "Greetings Spottedflower," he
greeted with a polite dip of his head "would you like to come on a patrol with me,
Lionstar, Sootnose and Snowfur?" He asked nicely.
▲ Ɖαяκραω ▲
▲ Δρρяɛитιcɛ ▲ Ɔяʋƨн ~ Ѳρɛи ▲ Ѧσσ∂ ~ Ʋρƨɛт ▲ ˩σcαтισи ~ Δвαи∂σиɛ∂ Ɔαмρ ▲ Ƭαɢɢɛ∂ ~ Ѳρɛи ▲
Darkpaw crept out of the den and tiptoed past Fernpaw. He swiftly left camp and sped through
the trees. No cat can know. He told himself as he slowed to a steady trot. The ground grew
soggy and before long, he was leaving pawprints in the wet mud. The abandoned camp. He
looked down and saw a larger pawprint in the ground. He placed his own paw inside, thinking
of his parents who'd died in the flood. The tom climbed onto a low hanging branch and gazed
out over the flooded clearing with his pale amber eyes.
