SafariDraws

The air was hot and sticky, with no more then a gentle breeze to rustle Brambleflight fur. His ears twitched in the slightest sound as he padded across the rocky terrain, his tail dragging behind him. "Can't you slow down?" A gentle voice echoed behind him. "Can't you pick up your pace?" Brambleflight grumbled, his pads scrapped against a sharp point of a stone. Sitting down on his haunches he rasped his tounge over the pad, licking up the blood. A creamy long furred she-cat caught up with the tom, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "Hurry up you furball!" Brambleflight turned to the creamy warrior. "I swear Mothwing you act just like