teaser....
Goldheart looked on in horror. Horrified at the sight of the bleeding, limp body of Sleetflake, sprawled out in a deep red pool of his own blood. Honeyflower let out a yelp of horror. She immediately rushed over and started trying to clog his wounds, with Fuzzycloud running over and helping. Others sobbed, or yowled, or cried out in terror at what had happened or that it might somehow happen to them. Sharpstrike stared in utter fear and horror, looking at someone so strong yet so fragile. How his body practically shattered upon impact with the ground.
But Goldheart just stared, horrified. No screaming, no yowling, no crying or trying to help. No panic...nothing.
But deep inside, he felt a fear and a panic and a sorrow.
He had lost his first contestant.
And there was no getting him back.