Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27669385-20160611022615/@comment-27798784-20160616015658

Pebblepaw felt herself sinking under the surface, flailing wildly and moving closer to the bottom of the stream. All she felt was sheer terror and panic, knowing full well she was going to die... She thrashed about in fear, and she felt herself breach the surface, but the river was too strong. She called out in terror, then felt the water drag her back under, chilling her to the bone and making her lungs burn. She closed her eyes, knowing full well she was going to die... and felt teeth on her scruff, dragging her towards the surface. "Thank goodness, I think she's still alive," an unfamiliar voice said.

Blaze had been looking for Honeyleaf when he had heard a cry for help. He'd spotted the small grey she-cat in the river and jumped in to save her. He'd leaped into the stream, diving under the water and rescuing the young cat. He broke the surface, the she-cat in his jaws. "Thank goodness, I think she's still alive," he meowed to no-one in particular, dragging her onto the bank.

Pebblepaw coughed up a bit of water and opened her eyes. "W-who are you?" she meowed.

Blaze looked down at the small grey tabby. "Name's Blaze. You were drowning, so I saved you. If you're alright, I should be going now..." he meowed.

Pebblepaw nodded fearfully. "T-thank you," she stammered before staggering to her paws and running off towards the camp.

Blaze padded off into the forest.