Here is a place to role-play. I'll start.


*Pads over to med.cat den*
"Whitefeather, make I talk with you?"
"No."
"Why?"
"I have too many injured cats from the battle with DawnClan. Especially her..."
*Whitefeather shifts her body so I can see an apprentice laying on the ground.*
"May StarClan light your path," I murmered.


My call was answered. In a half-moon, everyone was better.