Star Filled Sky

Star Filled Sky
"What about Foxwhisker?"

Sagestorm pawed the ground. "I-" His green gaze traveled to the edge of camp.

Honeysky frowned. "Sagestorm. What about Foxwhisker?"

"She'll understand. I hope." Sagestorm smiled faintly. He had hope. But it was likely not enough. "She was always understanding."

Also growl escaped from the deputy's throat. "Sagestorm." The rumbling grew louder. "Sagestorm, look at me!"

His wide eyes met hers.

"Did you not here her final words? Were you not there? Did you not recite them to me?" Honeysky backed up a bit.

"I-I did! But you know how she is," Sagestorm squeaked. "She won't do it."

Honeysky bared her teeth, the long fangs that sunk into her enemies' throats, struck fear in Sagestorm.

"I swear by StarClan, if one cat is dies by her claws..." Honeysky glared at him with her intense gaze.