Rabbiteye
He wanted to sleep, for in sleep, there was dream, and in dream, was happiness. But something was wrong. His throat rasped, like it was dry. The air was fowl with smoke. He attempted to open his eyes, but it was a few moments before he was successful. Then the realisation hit. Smoke meant fire. He was up in a flash and out of the warriors den in time to hear Twilightstar's last words. His eyes flashed around camp, searching for one cat in particular, then, not seeing him, raced toward the Medicine Cat den. He didn't want to get in the way of Cowtuft, who would most likely be gathering up his herbs, but he had to get to Scalepaw. Maybe he could help Cowtuft too? He squeezed in.
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x ghostie
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