For a moment, the tiny she-cat sands frozen in horror, mismatched eyes staring unblinkingly at the blue-tabby that is swallowed whole by the flames. Azaleafrost says something - not that the girl hears, not through her overwhelming terror. And then suddenly she is alone - her mate
diving through the flames like she's suddenly grown bee's for brains.
" Azaleafrost don'-! " her words come too little to late, and she feels the overwhelming tide of anger crash down upon her senses.
" Damnit, "
Why? Why would she risk her life for someone else? Kits or not... stars, they aren't even windclan kits. By the time paws begin to work again and she rushes to her mates side, theres no time to stop her. Instead, she can only growl lowly, teeth grit as she snatched up one of the bundles the moor runner seems so reluctant to leave behind. Already, she can tase ash on her tongue, can feel as whiskers begun to curl under the heat and the edges of her fluffy pelt smokes. Her gaze burns as she stares at her mate, anger nearly as white-hot as the flames themselves, before she darts away - angry, but unwilling to abandon her to share the same fate as the stranger.
The moment they are free -
safe, her mind supplies - she whirls around. The kitten is discarded at her paws, an after thought.
" Wha' we're ya thinking! You- you coulda died! " she snaps, worry and anguish filling her drawl as she stares pleadingly at the taller she-cat. She doesn't - she doesn't understand. Were two kittens really worth such a risk? They could've
died.
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