Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27669385-20160718214122/@comment-27324898-20160929144606

(*dips head in acknowledgement* I've been roleplaying for awhile now. :P)

Fernkit woke up, saw where she passed out and continued to sniffle a bit. She started the long treck home with a heavy heart as heavy as if she was dragging Silverpaw with her. Fernkit struggled to leave the apprentice there on the ground without any one knowing about her dead body. She slowly padded away eyes glazed over in grief and each pawstep felt heavier than the last. Fernkit's guilt followed her as she traveled through MarshClan territory heading towards the far of border of the Syndicate. She had no idea what to say when she got there, Fernkit just knew that her friend was not going to be eaten by bugs or foxes. Silverpaw would have a proper burial. Everytime Fernkit wanted to stop, she didn't. She kept on trudging forward to the Syndicate.