Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26053883-20160723003636/@comment-31949540-20160803164327

Goldenpaw's eyes widened. She rushed over to Floodpaw and checked his claws. "There's fur in them... But he's in the exact same place he was when I last saw him, asleep. His belly is ripped open. This was the work of multiple cats." She whispered. She sniffed the fur that was in his claws. "This doesn't smell like any tribe cat or BlogClan cat.. It smells like rotting and death.."