Dovewing. She pads into the medicine cats den. Seeimg duskshadow, and littlepaw...her heart crumpled.
Flowerpelt pads in, the smell lf death thick in the air and it hangs there, "away." She says and slowly, as if a sign from starclan, a small burst of wind hits the clearing tossing dusk
Rosepaw lay there, her head in littlepaws fur, when she heard flowerpelt and dovewing approaching, and then felt a strange gust of wind "hello" she said, her voice full of pain and her eyes dull.