by Wolvine » Mon Feb 27, 2012 11:30 pm
Locust made his way down to the floor, trying not to yawn. He felt slightly guilty, for he hadn't gone down right after waking up, but rather had gone hunting then taken a nap. He had brought down a squirrel for her in an effort to make amends, but the prey fell from his mouth when he saw Storm on the floor. Ignoring both the other she-cat, Mockingkit and the wound on his chest, he rant o her side and bent down next to her, giving her a sniff. "It's alright... I know a little about herbs and medicine. Maybe I can help. And if that brat-I mean Mockingkit is feeling co-operative he can get someone from his clan."