Agh I feel like I'm not going to be as advanced vocabulary wise as you all are.
Mudstream had slept in, because he was aroused from slumber to the shrieks and wails of cats outside his den. He perked up scenting for danger. "Rogue attack?!" He wondered aloud. His tone was filled with anxiety and curiosity to know what was happening. He leaped from his warm moss nest to see what all the commotion was, and why it had to wake him up. "Maplekit!!" He hissed with frozen terror as he watched the kit falling from the tall tree, in what felt like paralyzed time. All he could do was watch the horror unfold, praying a quick silent prayer to starclan that this young kit didn't die today.





