Sagewhisker turned toward the fresh kill pile to grab the Queens some breakfast.
As he picked up a plump squirrel, his fur stood on end, eyes locked on a rotten fresh caught piece of prey and his body got ridged. βA group of shadows will come,spreading a disease that kills many and the one to...
A dark grey tom who's pelt was marked with black on his muzzle, chest, belly, and socks on all four paws padded out of the Elders den carrying dirty bedding. "Don't forget my down featers!" A voice raped from inside the den. Sootpaw hurried out of camp to bury the dirty bedding.
"Well, let me...
"Well, it seems I made a good choice in my apprentice then, Fleetkit?" Sagewhisker asked, knowledge gleaming in his eyes. The breeze danced through his long thick fur.
"No worries, Reedwhisker. I'm just on my morning rounds." Sagewhisker raped, his gentle eyes blinked at Fleetkit. "I assume we have had no new injuries or sickness so far this morning?" He mewed with a gentle purr.
An elderly white and grey tom slowly lead a rather small silver with black ticking she cat along the path to find every herb or supply an Oakclan medicine cat could need. Beside them a cream with chocolate stripes she cat kept guard. "Ahead, there is where you will find a small garden made long...