[elswhere]

The chilly outside air buffeted the russet tom's fur slightly, causing him to shiver. His alert leaf green gaze swept around the clearing as he sat below the Thunderwillow, his tail wrapped neatly around his wide paws.

A scent hit him, quite strong actually. Acornpatch sniffed, and finally saw Mistyshade lumbering out of the warriors den, she looked... dead. Well, as dead as a living cat could look. A small pang of sadness hit him, no cat should go through suffering like that, not even those fishy RiverClan cats.

Silently and slowly, he padded to the black-pelted mollie's side, rubbing his pelt against her's. "You okay? You seem.. down." He had tried to find the word he was looking for without upsetting her.

// why am i so proud of this post? i mean, it's about the longest post i've done yet

@Stardust~