Fuzzyrush couldn’t stop smelling smoke. She had used herself to put out a fire, and some of her tangled fur had been singed. The scene that had just played out was wild. The ashen and the fire certainly made things… lively. She was astounded at the sight of the others fighting off the Hellion and Pabloo.
She was in somewhat of a state of disbelief, but she knew there was a job to be done. Others began to resume their duties from before the ashen attacked, many of them going about carrying remains out and back to Safe Haven. There were still a few who have yet to be ferried.
Fuzzyrush walked over to Frozenkit’s corpse. She had been one to seek out what had happened to the poor kit, and part of her wanted to make sure the little thing was transported back safely. She gently picked the kitten up by the scruff and began walking towards Safe Haven.
You are going to be in a safe place now, little one.
Part of her felt tears coming on. She was not a fan of deat