WingClan, a Chicken clan ЯР--> 'Fly with the breeze'

[The Turken Lady]

Oh well.

 

[SebrightLuver]

Cherrypaw sat in the tree, sound asleep...

 

[The Turken Lady]

Deathstorm saw her and smiled,looking in her direction. "Seems like someone followed us," He growled softly to himself,flexing his claws.

 

[SebrightLuver]

Her beak opened slightly and she drooled a bit before it closed

 

[The Turken Lady]

Deathstorm cocked a brow,then nodded towards Nightwhisper. "What she would do about her?" He asked. His son just shrugged.

 

[SebrightLuver]

A fly buzzed landed on her beak and she sneezed, waking up with a jolt. She stood and stretched, yawning and not noticing that they had noticed her.

 

[The Turken Lady]

Deathstorm growled,thinking of how to kill the foolish apprentice.

 

[SebrightLuver]

Hearing the growl, Cherrypaw looked at them and realized she had been spotted. A flicker of fear passed through her eyes before a glare settled in. She wasn't sure if she should stay... or run.

 

[The Turken Lady]

"Go!" Nightwhisper mouthed again,waving his wings in the air. Deathstorm started to flex his claws once again,ignoring the fact that one was broken. His blood stained feathers glimmered in the sunlight,causing him to look even more evil than before. "Stay," He hissed.

 

[SebrightLuver]

She looked between them and shrugged, sitting down again. "I might aswell stay now"