Returned

Flametooth was restless. His stomach ached, his head hurt, his teeth wanted to bite something in two, he felt like a child. He wanted his mother, he wanted to tell her the scum she is. He rolled and rolled but couldn't sleep. He decided to walk around outside of the dens.

Thespia slept soundly, then her feather tickled her nose and he stayed up wondering who would take Pitsbules place.

Flametooth clawed at the ground and bit on branches, but nothing worked. He let out a sorrowful howl and slouched on the ground.

"Whats wrong?" Thespian had come out of the tunnel.

Flametooth looked up at Thespian. "Nothing you'd understand....."

Thespians eyes closed. "Maybe I would." She murmured.