by hummxs » Sat Mar 04, 2017 2:24 pm
Greyfoot padded out of camp. He was going slow at first, but he started to run. He held Rosekit firmly as he made it to his favorite spot in the whole territory. There was this one willow tree in the middle of a clearing. It had remained untouched in the fire. It's fronds flowed slowly in the wind as Greyfoot dug a small hole for his kit and placed her gently inside. He covered her up with dirt and pressed it down with a paw. He held his paw there, letting out a small wail before running back to camp.