Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27039035-20160707211412/@comment-27798784-20160708203217

Mousefrost glanced around, running back towards the cornucopia. Now she'd found a place to keep her supplies, and a bit of the fighting had broken up, she crept towards it. There wasn't much left, just a few scraps, scrawny pieces of prey, and a few sticks and herbs. She couldn't risk drawing attention to herself if she jumped the large, deep-looking puddles. She'd have to swim. She padded towards the water, then recoiled and winced as a burning sensation hit her paw. It was all she could do not to yelp in pain. Mousefrost shook her head, then jumped, letting out a quiet wail as her injured paw hit the ground. She grabbed a few herbs, although most of what remained wasn't much use, and the only edible-looking piece of prey left, leaping the puddles again, and beginning to creep back towards her hideout. She was deep in thought, worrying whether her stuff was safe, when suddenly she bumped straight into two cats. (Flintfang and Stonefeather) Mousefrost let out a squeak of fear, then tried her best to look scary. "Um, get away from me or else you, erm, die!"

Fawnfeather nodded awkwardly as Strikefoot- or Striker, as he'd wanted the others to call him- told him to take stuff. "Okay," Fawnfeather mumbled, struggling to take Striker's things as well as his own haul. "What's our gameplan? I mean, assuming we're allies for now."