[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; color: #4b0082;][align=left]Writingkit pawed a stick disinterestedly, deep in thought. The little black smoke was taking part in his favourite past time; thinking. His eyes dazed, the son of Mistypaw and Mockingjay looked up and shakily got to his paws, having been sitting down for a while.
Maybe Mistypaw is inside the Medicine Shed...or Ace or Wishfulthinking, mused Writingkit as he directed his paws to the shed. With a tiny shudder, he added to himself, I just hope Cerulean isn't in there.