pumpkinmask
the orange tabby didn't have time to stretch. her eyes flew open and her ears pricked. was something the matter? she picked her way out of the den, through the remaining cats. they would be awake soon enough, as the cries she heard were loud enough to wake someone in a deep sleep. as she wearily approached the crowd around the elder's den she got a sight of eelface, lying eerily on the ground in a still sleep. another thing caught her eye. burn? had that always been there? pumpkinmask backed away, unsure what to make of this. maybe it would be better to let the leader handle this... don't be a coward, pumpkinmask. you're a warrior..! but maybe this didn't concern her.


