The next time Mintpaw blinked, he was wide awake. He jumped out of the tree, still feeling weak from being in the fight. Mintpaw still dashed after Winterstream's scent, skidding to a stop behind her. "Winterstream!"
*cough* he) Winterstream sighed. "He killed trained with the Dark forest cats, didn't realise what was going on and ended up dead... he just didn't know what training with Dark forest cats meant."
Sandtide woke up, yawning. She padded into the clearing, then stretched, the sunlight shining on her pretty ginger fur. She went over to the fresh kill pile, grabbing a mouse. when she had finished, she sat don, hoping that someone would talk to her.