Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-24038939-20160218210911/@comment-4593657-20160221011244

Loudclaw listened to the kit's game as he padded into the camp, a squirrel in his jaws. A badger wasn't one to jone around about. These beasts killed. His tail flicked irritably as he dropped his catch on the pile, taking a vole to the warriors' eating place, his head turned pointedly away from the kits' game of "badger attack". Without his realizing it, a guttural growl began to rise in his throat as he recalled the badger that had killed his mother before the Clan had taken him in.

He had never told anybody about it.