FogClan (For members)

Loudspirit peered in the medicine den. She poked her head in quite often, and Shallowpool rolled her eyes as she heard the young warrior talking fretfully with Redcloud. "What if she dies?!" she had whispered in fear. Shallowpool supressed a laugh.
"I'm sure I will not die. It's just a broken bone, mousebrain," she replied.
"Oh I didn't know you were awake," Redcloud meowed in his ever-friendly tone.
"If I wasn't you would have woken me. Why don't you two do something far away from the medicine den?"
Redcloud chuckled. "Sounds swell." He turned to his apprentice. "How about I teach you hunting? We can practice combat moves at noon."
"I'll go with you," Loudspirit said. Shallowpool glanced at her. She had been going with Redcloud wherever he went, which was oddly out of character. She sighed, missing the stubborn Loudspirit that was her best friend before they left their old Clan. The personality that gave her the name. She had recently become so dependant on her mate for happiness.

Shallowpool yawned.

When Shallowpool woke up, and she could tell she had been out for at least two days, her jaw pain was gone, but it was still permanantly broken like this. She sighed, and the pain wasn't there. She laughed a quiet, gleefull laugh.