Apricot followed the huge line of StarClan cats as they fled as far away from the Dark Forest border as possible. Previously, the Founders had ordered all of StarClan to retreat alongside them as they worked on discovering how to recover those who had been consumed by the Dark Forest's treachery. She could hear the soft, worrisome whispers from the deceased cats around her, causing her to feel just as stressed. She couldn't help but listen as two cats that padded just in front of her spoke to each other in quiet, concerned mews.
"I wonder what the Founders are planning to do," one of the cats said; her gray, sleek pelt clung to her muscled frame. The thick-pelted black she-cat who trotted beside her let out a discontent snort, her blunt ears flat against her head in aggravation.
"I don't know, but I'm sick of it all," The black she-cat stated. "I haven't felt my paws