Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27823669-20160605165805/@comment-26053883-20160607122931

Brightpaw stalked a mouse, putting down her paws lightly. She pounced, and missed. "Fox dung!" she hissed. (hey that could be a poem)  Brightpaw quickly scented another. She crept up on it, leaping out and catching it. She trotted back to camp.