Nightgaze
Thunderclan warrior
Shockingly green eyes glowed dully from one of the nests in the warriors' den, unmoving from a mossball Nightgaze had made from the pieces of her half shredded bed. She hadn't been in the best shape recently, since her apprentice died so she'd been prone to quite a few nightmares and general fits of anger...still she tried to persevere...yet it hadn't been going very well.
Vacantly picking apart her object of tedious amusement, the small she-cat rested her head on her paws, staring distantly ahead. Rasping her tongue over her messy black fur in an unenthusiastic attempt to clean the moss scraps of her pelt, Night's mind was completely on Fawnpaw, nothing else, whether it be their bittersweet memories together or her death Nightgaze was hell bent on vengeance...she was just too grief-stricken to see who the culprit was yet.
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