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Crowwing sat down and said"I wanted Marshkit to live but i failed and it's my fault she's dead!"

"Lets do a challenge." She mewed. "Lets see who can get the most mice. You have to be back here at sunhigh."

Can somecat comfort Ctrowwing or does she deserve to Cry?

Crowwing cried.

"Your on." Rosepaw smirked and pricked her ears. She heard a mouse and bounded off in that direction. She stalked it expertly and pounced before it could even squeak. "Thats one."

Crowwing wanted to walk onto the thunderpath and get hit by a Monster.

"Go." Cloverlash bounded through the ferns.

Sorry Cloverlash and Rosepaw are out hunting.

Crowwing sat and thought I hate myself.

Rosepaw put her mouse in a hole at the base of a tree after sniffing it out and making sure it was empty.

Cloverlash killed one mouse. She burried it and went off looking for more.

Crowwing cried more.

Crowwing cried"Of course it's my fault!if i was there sooner Marshkit would be alive!"And cried again.

Recap??

Crowwing's face was covered in tears.

OOC: All I know is Rosepaw and Cloverlash are haveing a hunting competition to see who can catch the most mice

IC: Rosepaw pricked her ears and stalked towards the scuffling.

Ooc: Isn't Cloverlash Foxpaw's mentor? Eh, whatever..

Foxpaw glared around camp, boredly.

OOC: I don't know we're just having a competition.

(( Oh, and apparently Marshkit died..? ))

Ghostwhisper sighed. She hadn't given every kit enough herbs to keep them from dying, and now Marshkit had to suffer for it. She spun around on her heels and padded out of camp, unable to listen to Crowwing's mournful cries. It was her fault, not Crowwing's. But she, too, was suffering for her mistakes.

Eaglepaw avoided Foxpaw once he saw the glare and glanced over as Ghostwhisper slipped out of camp. It was saddening to hear Crowwing's crys, and he felt sympathetic cold and muggy feeling in his stomach and throat as he moved along. His building discomfort caused him to bound a bit as he looked for Addercry.

Addercry was digging just a bit outside camp trying to bring up some of the prey she'd buried a bit before, holding a finch in her fangs and looking for her chipmunk and mouse.