Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27350140-20151115150847/@comment-27141338-20151125185346

Lostheart heard a noise, softened by grass.

"Who's there?" She hissed, unsheathing her claws. She hoped it wasn't a fox or a badger. If it was, she would most likely die or be severely injured, and she couldn't run away 'cause that would mean leading the animal to BlogClan camp.