Frostedheart sat eating her mouse in the corner of camp. The thick brambles grew thin here and she had been sent her guard it until they could replace the thick brambles. Suddenly a bush rustled on the other side of the camp wall. "Huh? Who is it! Show yourself!" She said just loud enough for the other cat to hear. Nobody else noticed. She pushed through the bracken. A small cat lay blood dripped from his mouth. He was bleading from a gash in his flank. He let out a soft wimper and looked up to her his eyes full of untold grief. He couldn't have been older than an apprentice. Yet his pelt war scarred and blood trickled from his mouth. She lead him into the camp and to the medicine cat den. Moons Later... Frostedheart is now expecting kits with Brightchest! :3
@Moonpaw12345 All coloring by me, I used Pixlr Editor
