[Willie Warf]

Originally Posted by Shadowed Flower

Foxglove

The ghostly she-cat padded across the Dark Forest with pride and sass, just daring others to challenge her. The she-cat called a name out. "Ohh, Sharppaw~ Come out dear. I just want to talk!" She said calmly. Memories of Cherrypaw's scared leg flashed in her mind as she continued to stalk around the forest, looking for the apprentice.

 

The she-cats eyes have blood dripping down them, and her neck looks like it's been bitten. The base of her tail looked bitten too. Blood dripped from the bite marks, glowing a bright red.

@Willie Warf

Sharppaw was residing in a tree, reviling in the silence until some cat had begun calling for her. She peeked over the branch she lay on.