Post by keestaa.. on May 21, 2007 16:14:07 GMT -5
Crescentpaw's small tabby paw moved toward the flamed colored she-cat's face and moved it around quickly. His eyes were full of worry as she started breathing hard after she told him her dream. The dream was probably just a small nightmare that all cats had. "Would you like something for your breathing?" he asked looking over at the storage of herbs and trying to remember what Flightfoot had told him about the herb.
