Board Thread:Fading Futures - Main Roleplay/@comment-27255507-20180811212128/@comment-27515588-20180827125802

“What about apprentices? And kits?” Sweetstorm asked.

“Bugpaw, we gotta get out of here.” Greenpaw whispered to her new friend.

Milkpaw slunk away to the apprentices den. Maybe I can hide...

Flypaw darted out of camp.