ะผฮฑโั//8ะผฯฯะธั//ัฯ: ยขัฯ
ัะฝฮนะธg//ะผัโ ยขฮฑั ฮฑฯฯััะธัฮนะธยข//ัะบัยขโฮฑะธ//ฮฑ ฯฮนัยขะฝ ะฒโฮฑยขะบ ัฯะผ ฯฮนัะฝ ยขโฯฯ
โัโ ฯฮฝัั ัััั, ฮฑะธโ ยขฮฑัยขฮฑโ โฮนะบั ัฮฑัั; ยขovัััโ ฮนะธ ัยขฮฑัั//โฯยขฮฑัฮนฯะธ: ะผัโฮนยขฮนะธั ยขฮฑั โัะธ//ัฮฑgั: ะผฮฑฯโัฯฮฑฯ, fฮฑโโัะธะผฯฯะธ//
Crowpawโs tufted, miniature black ears flickered towards his mentors voice. He swiftly sat up, as if he was never looking at his friendโs leg. โ
Oh, Hey Fallenmoonโ He needed to come up with a believable justification for his looking at Maplepawโs leg. โ
She just got a thorn in her paw, I pulled it out for her tho.โ He stood up slowly, stumbling into Maplepawโs flank in the process. He blushed, although it was a obvious reaction to touching her soft mottled fur. โ
Anyway, she should be fine, I put some dock in the gash. She should be fine.โ
ะผฮฑโั//49ะผฯฯะธั//ัฯ: ะธฯะธั (Closed to Relationships

)//โัฮฑโัั//ัยขะฝฯยขโฮฑะธ//ฮฑ fโฯ
ffั ะฒัฯฯะธ ัฮฑะฒะฒั ฯฮนัะฝ ะฒโฮฑยขะบ ัััฮนฯัั ฮฑะธโ ฮฑ ฯะฝฮนัั ฯ
ะธโัััฮนโั; ัqฯ
ฮนฯฯัโ ฯฮนัะฝ gัััะธ ัััั//โฯยขฮฑัฮนฯะธ: ัยขะฝฯยขโฮฑะธ ัััฮนัฯัั; fฯัััั ฮฑััฮฑ//ัฮฑgั: ะผฯ
โัฯโฮฑัะฝ, fัััััะฒโฯััฯะผ//
Hawkstar was about to respond to the brown warrior when a new scent reached his nose. Quickly, he held his fluffy tail in the air, quieting Mudsplash. Barely placing his fluffy paws on the ground, he slowly stalled forward, keeping downwind. He peaked over a bramble, peering at a fluffy light brown cat, who had just caught a squirrel. When the Skyclan Tom seemed distracted he would leap out from behind the bramble bush. โ
What are you doing here?โ, he demanded, a snarl lacing his cold, expressionless voice. His large ears lay flat against his skull, and his lips curled back to reveal menacing teeth. Hawkstarโs green eyes glazed over the cat, and they fell in lock with his blue eyes. The Tom had something special about him, and Hawkstar seemed to have a certain draw to him, although that wouldnโt stop him from being harsh.