
(I'll be Fireheart :3)
"She's what?" The ginger shaded tom shouted, jumping to his paws, his green eyes blazed in fear. "Where is she? Where's Spottedleaf?"
Fireheart lay at the tortoiseshell's side and closed his eyes, breathing in her scent. She was still warm, although she was bleeding out. He'd let anyone who had herb knowledge help her, but did he have any? Ummm no.