Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27669385-20160616150733/@comment-26832013-20160622021948

Light's face fell. "Dawn, make sure the Marshclan cats get to the edge of the field. We'll carry Thistle to camp after that," She meowed. "I know you might want to bury him now, but if we spend time doing that, more cats might die. Let's honour him by saving others, alright?"