Warmheart fluffed her fur up a bit, curling up. Her heart beat
picked up a bit, and she realized what her mate was doing... What
she had to do. Why hadn't she helped? The grief could be separated,
neither of them holding too much. She put it all on her mate.. She
was selfish, huh?
Hearing the kit's mewls weaken as the trip continued, Dunestrike
forced herself to go faster, trying not to trip over her own,
over-sized, kit murdering paws. Shame ripped through her, but soon
she ripped through the camp's entrance. Bounding towards
Warmheart, trying to hide the crimson soaked paw, she set the
remaining kit down in front of her. "D-Do you think, no, I don't
know..." Dunestrike trailed off, ears still flat against her head,
and tail puffed out to twice its size, eyes not meeting
Warmheart's.
Warmheart looked at Dunestrike and let out a soft "I'm sorry..."
She looked down at the kit, and she suddenly perked up. She touched
her nose to the kit's smiling. She looked at it, scanning it and
searching in it's little eyes.
Adderpaw watched as Foxblaze ran past her in the other direction "
what , ugh never mind " She growled, how dare she run away from
you! Having mood swings aren't we? Anyways she kept on going
forward to hunt by herself. The clan needed food more than ever and
she was going to get it.