Silvermoon's sister, Whiteowl, had been gone for a while. On a rainy day like this, Silvermoon got worried. She began to search. She checked the field where they find mice. She was about to walk home when a scent hit her. Blood. Blood and Whiteowl. She ran towards the scent, only to stop dead in her tracks. There was Whiteowl, lying in a puddle of blood.
Thanks @baby5221
