Sunchill has gotten heat stroke.
Milkweedleaf leapt from a rock, but didn't land quite right.
Sunchill confessed his love to Snapstar, but got rejected.
"Hello, Snapstar." The patched tom greeted as he sat next to her by a nearby stream. Snapstar quickly looked back to greet him back. "Oh. Hello, Sunchill."
"What are you doing out here so late at night?" Sunchill questioned with a soft smile. Snapstar wasn't quite sure how to answer. "I'm not sure. Just.. thinking." Sunchill was sick, was was he doing out here?
Sunchill gave a nod in return. He seemed to be endlessly gazing at the leader. "You look quite divine tonight." He complimented. Snapstar gave a rather surprised look in return. "Thank.. you?" She replied hesitantly. Sunchill didn't compliment her quite often, so it was strange receiving that from him.
Sunchill sighed before speaking again. "Snapstar.. We founded this clan. Laurelclan. And every single step of the way, I've.. I've just been so proud of you." His breath was shaky. He'd likely regret these words.. "I love you, Snapstar."
Snapstar took a breath in, awkwardly looking to the side. "Oh, uh, Sunchill.." Goodness.. "I'm not sure I'm ready. I'm far too busy. I have a clan to lead, I just don't think I can take on a mate. Not yet. "
Willowbramble tossed a snake out of camp before it could hurt anyone.