Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27669385-20160616150733/@comment-27669385-20160621160703

Reedpaw narrowed his eyes and pushed against the tree trunk with his back legs, springing up and over a patch of fire, wincing as flames singed his paws. He coughed, smoke flooding his nose. Where was the camp? All he could see was smoke and fire, black and orange.