Nettledapple (she/her)
short-furred torbie she-cat
Nettledapple felt smoke filling the warriors den, forcing out every last breath of fresh air. She was jolted awake by the yowls of panic. Nettledapple quickly rose to her paws, unsure of what was occurring at this moment.
But as she padded swiftly outside, following the mass of cats flooding out of the warriors den, her eyes widened at the sight of the entire moor in flames. Nettledapple's ears pinned to her head and her fur rose in fear.
The warrior's mind ping-ponged from thought to thought, her head flooding with emotions and feelings. But one thought burned in her mind like the fire ahead of her.
Milkpaw! ( @Wingnettle ) She remembered her newly appointed apprentice. Was he still back in camp?
Nettledapple turned tail and bolted back into the burning WindClan camp, yowling the young tom's name.
"Milkpaw! Milkpaw!" She shouted, trying to spot the apprentice through the crowd of cats pushing to get outside and the mass of smoke looming over the camp. Her lungs choked on ashes and her fur burned from the heat around her. But she pursed, she would not leave this territory until she found Milkpaw.