Lakesong sighed, far beyond exausted. A young shecat tripped along behind her, her pelt matted and a dried blood color. "Keep up sweetpaw." Lakesong meowed quietly. "We can stop when we reach water." she murmured. The mountian shecats fur was also stained red with blood, and matted to the point her colors didnt show.
The younger shecat looked up at the last cat she knew. Two perfect tearlines spread from her eyes. "im trying Lakesong." she meowled, triping forward to walk alongside her brothers mentor. "We shouldve stayed." she whispered.
"Sweetpaw. The clan is gone. Everyone is gone. Even Songstar is gone. We have to find somewhere new." she meowed, hearing running water. "come on. Lets go get you cleaned up. Your too pretty to look like this." she meowed, running forward, straight into the river. She swam powerfully to the middle, rolling over in the water to clear her pelt out.
Sweetpaw slowly approched the river, sitting on the shore. Her ears where up and alert, hearing someone coming. "Lakesong!" she called, hunching down onto the riverbed.