<blockquote>The blue longfur she-cat padded over the bodies of resting warriors, over indisposed carcasses of prey and unoccupied nests. She wasn't that eager to be heading back to the warrior's den after remaining in the nursery so many moons after she lost her kits to Greencough, though she figured that, should she stay in there any longer, being filled up with corrupted, disgraced apprentices, and of course, traitors such as Amberfrost, she would loose her dear and fragile sanity.
Zinnialeaf carried a chickadee between her jaws, though she didn't eagerly tuck into it once settling herself in a moss nest. She poked limply at it, wondering what to do here, now, introverted after her tragic leafbare as a queen.</blockquote>