Thread:FeatherflightTheSkyWing/@comment-32195317-20181128223028/@comment-35079031-20181207044155

Acorn, with his brow furrowed, growled, to Mouse's surprise, "No harm done." His voice was gruff and quiet enough to be an elder's, even though he was no older than the others. Grass nudged the dirt with one fluffy ginger paw. "I hope I don't get chosen," he meowed. "I'm so tired these days." Mouse rubbed her cheek against her brother's sympathetically. Acorn nodded. "I don't want to leave my mother," he muttered. "With my father gone, she needs me to take care of her." She squared his skinny shoulders.