Rainheart of Gustclan
Rainheart strode out of the Deputy's Den, stretching as she went along. She yawned, and began to lick a paw, before licking the other. She pads over to the entrance of the Medicine Den, bumping into Willowstorm. "Ohh, im sorry." She mews, stepping back a few paces.
Waterstep of Gustclan
Waterstep was sitting by the fresh kill pile, picking out a fresh, plump mouse from the pile. She smiled, and licked her lips leaning in for a bite. A few more bites later, and she was done. She went into a shady corner of camp, burrying the small, dead carcass.
Give me love like her, 'cause lately I've been waking up alone.
Paint splattered teardrops on my shirt, told you I'd let them go.
And that I'll fight my corner, Maybe tonight I'll call ya.
After my blood turns into
Alcohol, No I just wanna hold ya.