Robinscratch listened carefully to Dawnstar.
Don’t get yourself injured. she thought,
Ok. I don’t want to die, like Hailpaw did. She shuddered, imagining the agony the younger cat went through as bits twoleg trash killed him.
Stop that! she rempremanded herself
They need you to be strong, you’re their mother! And they don’t need their mother to be a wimp! Speaking of her family, she couldn’t find Darkpelt anywhere. Surely he just went on a patrol, right? Robinscratch didn’t want to think of that. Her mate was safe, wasn’t he?
Pinekit looked around, and a sour, unfamiliar odour wafted off of his mother.
Is Robinscratch sick? He ignored it as he listened to Dawnstar’s words, but once the leader finished speaking, the thought of the odd smell ate at him again. At least his family was here, safe. Moonkit and Cloudkit were here, Robinscratch was here, but— where was Darkpelt?
@
MysteryCat @
Wingnettle @
Fenixwolf