Grizzlytracks returned from his morning hunt with a large, bushy tailed squirrel. He was quite proud of the catch and wanted to bring it back for Whiteflower. The poor queen had four young kits to look after all by herself. He had thought that a nice piece of fresh-kill would provide her with more energy for her young broad. When Grizzlytracks walked into camp he discovered a group of panicked cats huddled around a small body in the center. He immediately recognized it as Leopardpaw, the medicine cat apprentice. Discarding his fresh-kill, now the least of the his concerns and rushed to Snowstorm's side. The medicine cat must be utterly horror stricken. He glanced toward the young she-cat then quickly away. He just couldn't filter such a gruesome thing happening so suddenly.
(Crystalheart, sorry)














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