accepted))
Silverwing chewed on the branch. (fading to black) (she is going to have one grey she-cat with black splodges all over it, a white-silver tom with a black tail and a black she-cat with one white sock, I'm going to be the tom, the she-cats are open for anyone to be)
Froststar watched Brindleleaf. "I'm going to go organise some patrols, I'll visit you later, Silverwing." She padded out of the nursery and looked for cats to go on patrol.
Ashpelt glared at her "Of course she'll survive!" He hissed, but not in a mean tone. He finished the last of her wounds. "You should go rest." He said.
(Bluepaw is sleeping)
Shadow shrugged when he returned with a mouse for himself. "I'll freshen up your hunting skills later." He said. He crawled into the abandoned badger set and curled up in a ball to sleep.
