Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26832013-20160622161928/@comment-26053883-20160701040728

Creek kept working, not tired.

Ripple curled up into his new nest and drifted off to sleep.

Flora looked annoted for some reason. As always.

Brightpaw hissed. She heard a rustle in the leaves. She whimpered, and ran back to the mountain.

(This is what I did when I was mad at my mom. Run out of the house, get scared, run back)