Lo sighed, she was staring outside at the thrumming rain. Two cats, named Muro and Aspen, had let them in their cave. The fighting with June-bug had caught their attention from the cave. Once she had pried the grief-stricken she-cat off, they had spoken. Lo had looked down at Violet afterwards, a tinge shock had pulsed through her. There was a rather deep gash on the side of the she-cat's face. Although she had seen much more brutal things, it was her friend, after all! She and Eln had helped carry her body to the den. Luckily, the she-cat had woken a bit after and was okay. Now, Lo sat at the entrence of the cave. Hunger had begun to knaw at her, she figured the others were feeling the same. The storm had caught all of them off-guard, getting rid of their chance.

Pervious..