Lilyflight ran over and gently pulled Snowfrost’s unconscious figure out, and she nearly choked on what she saw. Snowfrost’s face was matted with blood and she had a nasty cut going down one side, not unlike the one Lilyflight had received from a fox all those moons ago.
Whiteshine gasped in horror then snarled "That's it, Blackblood is dead."
“We don’t know Blackblood did this,” Lilyflight argued, stepping back to let Rosethorn groom his mate. “Or at least, not all of it. But if he did,” she growled, “he’ll be dead. You mark my words. Now come on, we need to get her back to camp before that becomes infected.”
Whitshine snorted and then gently lifted Snowfrost onto her shoulders. Rainbird and Rosethorn did the same.
Lilyflight steadied her from the side. Floodlight met them and put a nest together. Once it was ready, they laid Snowfrost down and Floodlight started to get together the right herbs and such, telling Rosethorn to clean her wounds.
Rosethorn willing began too groom her fur clean, hoping that somehow Snowfrost would be able to feel his tongue in the Dark Forest
Snowfrost was laying on the ground in the Dark Forest, knowing she was being watched. She felt something moving over her fur, and she knew that someone was grooming her. Have they found me? The thought made a faint spark of hope prick her mind as she let herself breathe deeply. She recognized the faint scent of Rosethorn as he continued to groom her.
Rosethorn stepped back and watched anxiously. "Will she be okay?" He asked worriedly
“If she gets out of there soon and I keep an eye on her, she should be alright,” Floodlight answered.
He kneaded the ground worriedly. "Why did Blackblood take her though?" He wondered aloud
