Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26832013-20160923012623/@comment-26053883-20160923020957

"They moon over their lost kin, but don't do anything about it.  StarClan can visit the living world.  We can't. (can they?)  We have to talk to the living cats in their dreams, teach them the true nature of the Clans."

Bluepaw nodded. "Is Ice here?"

"He's busy, doing his allmighty-trainer stuff.  Do you want to break it to him his precious trainee is dead?"

"Sure," Bluepaw snorted.

They padded toward the group of plotting important-cats.

Ice turned around. "Who's there?"

Mudstreak and Bluepaw padded up to him.

"Hate to break it to you, but your trainee's dead," meowed Bluepaw.

Mudstreak snorted with laughter, but Ice just looked grumpy. "Go away."

"You don't have a trainee, you can't plot with the other "important" cats," Mudstreak meowed.

"Wisteriakit," Ice reminded Mudstreak.

Mudstreak padded away sulkily, Bluepaw following.