Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-24038939-20160223225430/@comment-27492740-20160226015110

(I survived long winterguard practice!)

A fresh-killed mouse swung from Snowpaw's jaws. She headed in the direction where Reedpaw had gone, having heard a call from that way. "Reedpaw?" she called. Suddenly, she smelled prey. ''Thrush! ''Creeping up on it, Snowpaw didn't notice the creaking branch until it crashed onto her. "Reedpaw! Someone! Help! Where are you?!"