Post by Gentleheart on Apr 6, 2012 14:15:11 GMT -6
The old cat made a face. "I will not be getting sick, you worry about yourself," Gentleheart scolded her daughter for worrying about her. She hadn't been an elder for that long, she was still as strong as some of the warriors. The brown and tan cat looked to Waspwing. "You better not fail," she warned, giving him a dangerous look. "And he's right, honey, take your medicine," Gentleheart gave a smile to Quickfox, a nice young cat. "Hello, dear,"