Silvermist padded through the brush, blue eyes darting around. "I hope we chose the right cat..." She murmured softly, shaking her head. Her silver fur shimmered in the sunlight as she streaked through the forest, slowly making her way to camp. With a soft hiss, the she-cat fought the sharp thorns and brambles that surrounded the camp, cursing under her breath as she stumbled around. She usually took the easier path, but this one was faster. With a final tug, she found herself tripping over a stray root, and with a mew of surprise, she tumbled into a small but leafy clearing. With a flick of her tail, Silvermist arose once more, putting her paws down onto a soft, furry surface. The surface seemed to sink under her weight, and seemed caked with dry liquid. Slowly and unsurely, the she-cat slowly lowered her head, yowling as she found the limp body of a clanmate! She backed away, shivering. Her paws were coated with maroon, stained with his blood. "No... No..." She whispered, horrified.
(Bravewolf)