Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27350140-20151115150847/@comment-27141338-20151119035510

"We could go hunt in the woods," Lostheart said, still looking at the gray she-cat Burningsky was talking to. Nothing ever happened in BlogClan, and finally there was something new. She was almost glad. But she didn't know whether to worry that she was going to be trouble later or pity her. She was cast out of her own Tribe, and so starved that she could see all her bones through her fur. It was a shame that it was leaf-bare and BlogClan could not afford to feed anymore mouths. If circumstances had been different, maybe they could take her in and she could become useful to them--she could become a warrior and help us defend our territory and hunt prey in exchange for protection and a home. Then again, she could be trouble. But any threat could be handled by her or another member of the clan.