Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26832013-20160311001703/@comment-27823669-20160320141243

"Okay, Nightstar." Ferretfang joked, racing out of the camp. After a little while spent picking through the underbrush, he finally found some good moss. "She'll be the most comfortable kit in the world!" He mused as he scraped moss of the bark of a rowan tree.

Ryetuft retreated to his den, droplets of rain pounding on his back.