Smokefern
|| She/her || 35 Moons || Shadowclan Warrior ||
The dirty work was done. Smokefern's dark paws were stained darker by the rogue's blood. She warily watched Quincy's body convulse before meeting Mosstangle's gaze. Considering how little she did in the fight, the older warrior was unharmed. Her own pale eyes scan Mosstangle, making sure the blood on her fur was mostly not hers. She allows Mosstangle a moment to speak with her brother, as she wiped her paw on the grass.
"Take a moment to breathe, Alder. You'll be fine."
( @namen_roodles - Mosstangle, @crow. - Alder)