~A Wisp of Sand~ a a desert cat tribe rp

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Nile glanced her skeptical gaze across Crimson burning holes into him. He regained his bearings and started climbing out of his hole he made again. Lion mourned the Thunderer. As respectful sand cats, Iris and Papyrus did too.
 
Crimson was crawling slowly out of the hole, every time he clawed his way up, it was harder than the last. In this Thunderers death he forgot all about Willow, but then he remembered, and remembered she was hurt. He remembered to help her. Rain was slowly falling around. "Are you ok?" He asked her.
 
Crimson didn't reply. Instead he yowled in sadness. He nudged his head against the charred Thunderer calf's remains. He rolled around and cried out. "We must all pay our respects to the Thunderer calf." In his mental battle he was drowning in his hole, that he used to love so much. He had seen the birth of this calf.
Willow dipped her head in respect.
 
Crimson was crawling slowly out of the hole, every time he clawed his way up, it was harder than the last. In this Thunderers death he forgot all about Willow, but then he remembered, and remembered she was hurt. He remembered to help her. Rain was slowly falling around. "Are you ok?" He asked her.
(Every one)
 

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