wrecking ball [OPEN]

The molly dismounted from the predator as it crumpled beneath her, finally defeated. That left the two rogues to deal with. One was smiling at her, the one that had seemed to do nothing during the entire fight. Silverwing smiled back, knowing that it would be rude if she didn't. "I don't think I'm dying, but I could always use a second opinion." The molly mewed. "It's a pleasure to meet you Valley, my name is Silverwing. I can't fault you for wanting to help others, but just be careful next time. You rogues don't have access to medicine cats, any fight can be lethal for you." The silver molly eyed the tom's wounds, sad that she couldn't offer him any help herself.

There was something itching in the back of Silverwing's mind still. Something about the other tom's name was familiar, she had heard the name "Grub" from somewhere- or someone before. Recognition hit Silverwing like a speeding monster. Her eyes grew wide and she lost all control of her volume. "GRUB! YOU'RE MR. WORM'S KID!" No no, not kid, they looked nothing alike. "APPRENTICE! I- He wanted me to pass a message on to you!" That was something that she hadn't forgotten. After parting with Mr. Worm, Silverwing had repeated the message to herself to the point that it had been burned into her brain. That could wait though, there was something more important than the elder's message. "How is Mr. Worm doing? He made it back to the barn safely right?" She knew he had made it back safe and sound, but there had always been a fear deep down that he hadn't found his way back to his barn.