Thread:The Roleplay Zone/@comment-39549339-20190904022032/@comment-36478816-20191119010858

Arrowpelt strided into the medicine cat den, carrying a few small fish in his mouth. Internally, he was paranoid and fearing for the condition of his leader, yet me managed to mask his worries with his confident pacing. "For Willowstar. The hunting patrol pitched in some of our Fresh-kill." He dropped the pile next to Brookstream, not seeing Willowstar.