Snowstorm was growing tired, she was thankful when she thought her paws could feel the ground below her paws. Once she was sure she got to her paws and stood on her paws and started to walk out of the water the rest of the way. Once she was sure they were on shore and the safe ground she studded her mate to be sure he was safe. She nodded when he asked if she was okay. "Yes. Are you okay?" she asked. titling her head.
For a moment, when she couldn't see them, Nettletooth felt like he heart was about to dive into her paws. Anyone who let harm come to her precious kits - the future of the clan - would pay in her eyes. She'd never forgive them; just as she would, deep, deep down, never frogive herself. But she was much more likely to lay the blame on others.
But as a beautiful voice reached her ears, she cried out in glee - barely covering over the desire to cuff the little one for giving her such a scare. "Murkkit! Hawthornekit! Here, now!" She ordered briskly, hurrying towards them and deftly checking them all over for scras and injuries.
She could care less right now for those who were dead or dying; her family was secure. If she chose to, she could morn for the others later.
(My stupid apologizes...I swear I replied to this earlier...computer is being royally wonky!)
Carried Home is a Warriors roleplay forum. We feature four clans - all four of which have futures that heavily depend on what your characters do - as well as a 50 word count minimum on RP posts, and a functioning currency and shop.
While most of the action does center around our four clans, members are also permitted to make loners, rogues, and kittypets. You can also make both StarClan and Dark Forest characters.