Ooc; Woah, so much happens just when I'm eating dinner!
Ic;
Hidden, relieved that Fawn was going to be alright, started to head back to camp. Suddenly, he heard a yowl and the scent of blood stung his nose. With a gasp of surprise, he whipped his head around, searching for the source. Stepped forward, he managed to make out another scent amongst the stench of blood.
Moonlight!
The large white tom sprinted across the moor, following the cries that were slowly getting quieter and quieter, until they stopped completely and he could only follow the scent. Oh no....is she dead? He neared Moonlight's limp body, stained scarlet by her own blood.
"Moonlight!" he cried, shaking her with his massive paw. It came back splattered with crimson. "Oh Starclan, no!"