Aurorapaw shook her head. “I don’t think so. We’re probably too far gone to be saved. We should split up and delay whatever punishment for as long as we can.” There was a chance Darkkit would get off easier because of his younger age, but she wasn’t convinced about it either. With a quick look at Darkkit, she scurried away, towards a barren corner of camp. There she cleaned the evidence off her fur as best as she could. She couldn’t clean her conscience, and she only hoped their little stunt wouldn’t set her back too much. She was worried about her place in the clan as it was.

(fin)