((Wow, I forgot about this one.))
Falconwing nodded and silently sent up a prayer to Starclan, hoping the apprentice's were alright and safe. "Well, grieving wont feed cats. I'm going to hunt."
Waking from a dark dream with a silent yowl of terror, Fallenpaw jerked up in his new nest in a cold sweat. Looking around, making sure there was no cat with ice eyes trying to kill him, he lay back down and curled his tail tightly over his nose. "It does get slightly creepy in here at night." Shimmerpaw whispered beside him, her green eyes shining with her own terror.