Post by Waspwing on Nov 6, 2012 15:27:46 GMT -6
Waspwing picked up his pace as he got closer to the Shimmering Rocks. For a couple of moons he hadn't enjoyed the Half Moon, and preferred to stay back in the camp. But now he needed a break. Over the last moon there had been one official outbreak of White-cough, and possibly one more. Tonight he would have to warn the other Medicine Cats.
As usual, he was the first to arrive. He settled down in his usual spot, and began to clean his ears. The crisp breeze actually felt pretty good, which was weird considering he usually hated to be cold.
'Maybe Cloudclan has finally lightened up on Treeclan. Or maybe it's just warming us up for something worse.'
As usual, he was the first to arrive. He settled down in his usual spot, and began to clean his ears. The crisp breeze actually felt pretty good, which was weird considering he usually hated to be cold.
'Maybe Cloudclan has finally lightened up on Treeclan. Or maybe it's just warming us up for something worse.'
