by Coco Bunny » Sat Oct 07, 2017 8:33 am
Potoopaw nodded again, paws getting slightly shaky. If these two were so worried about Cherryfang, should he be? The tom shrank down a little bit and continued walking in silence. Then, a strange smell hit his nose, and he recoiled. It smelt sort of like the fresh kill pile, but without the prey smell. The smell of when he was younger and his mother "went to play with StarClan". The smell of death. His eyes, somehow, got even wider and he stumbled forwards, faster up the river until he saw two limp bodies, caught by some rocks. 'L-lightningtail? Blastclaws?' He croaked, nervously.