[ @Rainquail, @Corruptx ]

With the kit dangling from his jaws, Goosefury slipped into the nursery to scan the den for Flyfur. The burning, breathless rage he had felt was beginning to fade, replaced by a cold satisfaction: Sparrowsnap was as good as dead.

He found the gray queen and carefully slipped over to her. His voice was soft and gentle when he spoke, a stark contrast to the snarl he had bore in the clearing. "Flyfur? I've got a kit for you. Her mother abandoned her. She needs someone to nurse her."