[@Blizz]

The silvery shecat was silent, slowly following as the pain still rumbled on her paw. She followed the strange Timberpaw, worried about what would happen. Her deep blue eyes glowed as if she didn't trust, but she needed help. Her paw was wounded badly, and being tortured, maybe she could make friends. Timberpaw seemed nice of course, and wanted to help her. [i]What if he plans to hurt me? Should I trust Timberpaw?[/i] She asked herself silently, before asking,

[color=00a651]"W-where are we going?"[/color] She asked, shivering with fear of what might happened. She gave her white chest of a lick of comfort, before looking back up. She only followed the tom, looking around. She shrank down leaving her shoulders broad and high, her ears still pulled back. Her paw was bleeding badly, but she held in the pain. Soon she hoped, it would be all better. Or worse.