Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2009 9:48:24 GMT -8
Frost now covered where the incident happened, where FrostStorm died, where RiddleHawk walked away, with bad wounds.
No more splatted blood around the area. No more fur, no more tore skin laying on the ground. No more whiskers flickered around.
It seemed as if things were now peaceful, but they weren't. There was still a single soul in the forest, in the clans.
But who was it? I think that is quite obvious. It was NeedleHeart, the cream-colored she-cat, with large brown eyes. The she-cat that looked plump cause of her fur, since of how "poofy" it was.
The she-cat padded over, and sniffed where FrostStorm's body used to lay. She couldn't take it.
She might of liked him, but she would never admit it. Never.
She padded over towards the bank, and sat there, her tail swishing side to side.
Her ears flicked, knowing she was probably being watched by another RiverClanner, making sure she didn't do anything wrong, or that she didn't get hurt.
She let out a hiss of disapproval.
"I can take care of myself, don't have to worry your little tail!"
[/center]No more splatted blood around the area. No more fur, no more tore skin laying on the ground. No more whiskers flickered around.
It seemed as if things were now peaceful, but they weren't. There was still a single soul in the forest, in the clans.
But who was it? I think that is quite obvious. It was NeedleHeart, the cream-colored she-cat, with large brown eyes. The she-cat that looked plump cause of her fur, since of how "poofy" it was.
The she-cat padded over, and sniffed where FrostStorm's body used to lay. She couldn't take it.
She might of liked him, but she would never admit it. Never.
She padded over towards the bank, and sat there, her tail swishing side to side.
Her ears flicked, knowing she was probably being watched by another RiverClanner, making sure she didn't do anything wrong, or that she didn't get hurt.
She let out a hiss of disapproval.
"I can take care of myself, don't have to worry your little tail!"
