@
Megan
The light gray tabby watched quietly, waiting for just the right moment. Whitheredpelt, no. Her name was Cinderstep, it always would be to him. Bravesky's green eyes, shining with starlight, shone even brighter as she came into view. Though she was scarred, her white and light ginger fur patchy and ruffled, she was still beautiful to him. "Cinderstep... Witheredpelt... Hi," he spoke softly as he stepped on soft paws over to her. His proud stance and gentle gaze showed none sign of the agony he had endured in his last moments. "How are you? Have you been doing good? Are the apprentices taking care of you?" he asked, ears pricking. He wished he could walk out of the cave with her and go back to Shadowclan, but that was a fool's wish. He sat down, waiting for her to respond.