by hummxs » Wed Mar 01, 2017 5:30 am
Barkpelt sat in the medicine den, sorting herbs. He guessed Cedarstripe was with Skywing. After the she-cat had come back to life, Barkpelt noticed that Cedarstripe was closer to her. Barkpelt never wanted to have a mate--it would be against the medicine cat code and it would be a distraction. He was perfectly fine taking care of kits who would one day hunt for the Clan.
Greyfoot rolled around in a patch of grass, a spot between his shoulders itching like crazy. He couldn't reach it with his paws.
Fawnstep padded out of the warriors den, purring at the warm sunlight.