Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-24038939-20160320153749/@comment-27823669-20160320224513

"Yeah." Birchpaw mumbled. All the pain was rushing at him full force. Suddenly, a massive greyish-brown tom barged through the bushes and scooped up Frostfeather in between his jaws. He flung Frostfeather into the nearest tree and Frostfeather slid down, stunned. The large rogue swung one of his paws around and fixed Birchpaw in the ear. Birchpaw bowled over, sharp pain rushing into him. He let himself go limp, giving up hope on the fight.

Nettle watched the small brown apprentice tumble across the clearing. With the other three defeated and Crow missing, he guessed he would have to do it himself.

Sorreltuft paced the clearing, thinking about Frostfeather, Swiftfoot, Birchpaw, and the rest out there fighting. "I hope they're okay." She fretted.

Stormpaw let Crow regain his footing. "Follow me." Stormpaw ordered, leading Crow to the camp.