Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26832013-20160503221748/@comment-33008190-20160515210102

Winterpaw was not done.

Even though he hadn't spent much time in Starclan, and was only relaxing after the Dark Forest battle, he was not done.

This life didn't suit him, yet. He was still young and needed to do,,say and see more. And each day it grew stronger, the oust to go back. To see Twigpaw in person, and meet this so called she-fat-cat, Ivory.

And Ouff knew what Winterpaw wanted,so he was extra annoying and fat and funny. And Winterpaw tried to be the same, but he couldn't.

He wasn't his usual self. He was depressed, quiet, and, the most major change...

He agreed with things.

So now, Winterpaw finally decided he had to try. If he could GE tone more chance, and life the rest of his life the way he wanted until he die, then he would get what he needed.

So he tried.

Winterpaw padded over to the middle of Starclan camp. He cleared his throat, and then bellowed.

"EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LISTEN!"

And even that didn't feel right.