Rowanpaw smiled at Cinderpaw. "Hi, oh wonderful warrior," he mewed in reply. He turned back to Mistypaw. "Rest, your leg is laim, lets hope it heals," he mewed, frowning. The leg did not seem just laim, but numb and senseless. He shook his head and turned back to Cinderpaw. "You feeling better?"
Tigerheart nodded at Whitefur. "Yes, you seem tired," he mewed, and brushed his pelt against Whitefur. "Come," he prompted.
Breezetail purred. "I know something else that is quiet beautiful!" he mewed, then looked down. He swiped some snow up, and it fluttered over Moonfeather. "Ha!" he chuckled.

















