Blizzardfoot flexed his claws, nodding but a faint yowl of of Morningstar's familiar voice made him prick his ears and stop mid-nod. His pelt prickled, and his tail flicking in deep curiosity as he heard the grief in her voice. The scent of death surrounded his strong nose, and his eyes saddened. That smells like Flamefoot! [color=#808080] [color=#808080]The warrior bunched his powerful muscles and raced away, his eyes narrowing. As he skidded into camp, his eyes widened as he saw Flamefoot's limp body. From his sharp eyes, he saw wounds over him. Blizzardfoot walked over to the tom, pressing his nose into the now-cold fur. He licked the fur over his body, smoothing it down gently. He looked up at Morningstar, giving her a nod as if to comfort her and say, 'He was a great warrior...and a great friend.' The tom let out a sigh and rested his powerful haunches onto the ground, looking at his leader, grief clouding his blue eyes.
Lightfoot sighed, her belly swaying as she exhaled and then inhaled. Her eyes were bright, but inside she was truly exhausted, and was actually feeling very, very sick, but she wasn't telling anyone because she didn't think it was too important. "Uh, soon, yes. I will be due in a couple of days," Lightfoot meowed in reply, her tail flicking back in forth. She stumbled to her paws, collasping onto the ground as her belly heaved. A yowl interupted from her muzzle, and pain swelled through her. The kits! Are they coming? No...I've been getting these pains a lot...they aren't coming. I bet it has something to do with me carrying kits. Lightfoot growled as the pain ended, and she got to her paws, shaking her head. "I've been getting these pains all day...I don't know what they're from." she murmured.