Briskpaw
m sorry for attacking you,s den.
Winterfrost hissed, but she wasnAnd, I
Shadowpaw bowed her head in acceptance. Her gray fur rippled in the breeze coming from the opening of the den, and as she rolled over onto her back with difficulty, it was easy to say who was the more injured of the two she-cats. I felt bad for her; she would no doubt be crow food if I hadnAnd I I said. She dipped her head.
Frostflower bustled into the room. She examined the wounds.
A tortoiseshell she-cat came into view, herbs dangling from her mouth. she mewed, layering herbs onto ShadowpawHi,Truce?Truce,Want to go hunting?Okay.I