Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27823669-20161111034625/@comment-27669385-20170203013729

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Rabbitpaw slowly made his way over to Thistletuft. In the time he had invested in getting to know the young medicine cat, he had learned one thing about him.

He could be quite batty at times.

"Thinking about something?" Rabbitpaw mewed uncertainly. "Looking for an omen? Speaking to StarClan?"

Thistletuft snorted. "Don't be daft. " He meowed, blue eyes still focused on the cloud-heavy sky. "You want an omen? Fine, I'll give you an omen." He looked at the sky for a moment longer, whiskers twitching thoughtfully, then turned to Rabbitpaw.

It's going to rain."

Rabbitpaw blinked. "Oh. Okay." That was quite obvious, but if Thistletuft wanted to point it out, who was he to deny him?