Whispernight could feel the cold, disgusted stares of other felines and she laid her ear back. Ever since her accident when she lost the left half of her face, cats have treated her differently. She looked around camp and sighed. She had one true friend here whom was her past mentor, Adder. She never used his full name. Sadly though, he died after falling from a tall tree and into a river. She shook the memory from her head and trotted out of camp but still in view of the camp. She looked around to see if she could spot her old friend Bearstrike. She hadn't seen him much since her accident. Not seeing him she sighed and sat down, curling her tail around her paws, hatred flowing through her veins as a chilly breeze blew against her missing half of her face.
Paintsplatter sighed. "I'm not exactly sure. The whole patrol was scattered by a fox. I was with your father when we found your brothers body by a river. By the looks of it he had drowned. Your father was mourning and I stood watch. We heard a loud growl and a dog came out. I was told to run but being the stubborn tom I am stayed. Your father leaped at him and nearly killed the beast before the dog broke his neck and back. I avenged him and killed the beast before giving the two brave warriors a proper burial. Sadly though, it is no where near our territory... I'm sorry..."
((Is Bearstrike on?? If so could he interact with Whisper possibly?))