Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27669385-20160623172323/@comment-27798784-20160626014900

Dovepaw glared at Lionpaw. "Quit trying to make this all about you," she muttered. At least Bumblepaw was quiet and didn't expect me to "share my feelings."

Ottermask stared off at the faint orange light in the distance, sighing. "Do you think it'll end soon?" he meowed quietly to nobody in particular.

Hawk frowned. He could have sworn that a tom (Owlwater) had been out there a minute ago, but now he was gone. He walked out to go investigate, padding down when he found the tom's body, his neck broken. He grabbed the tom's scruff, trying to drag him back up to the cave. I mean, he at least deserved a proper burial, right? But luck was against Hawk that night, as the rain on the mountainside, combined with the snow and ice, made everything dangerously slippery. He let out a shriek as he felt his paws slipping, letting go of Owlwater's body. He clung to the cliffside, his eyes desperate, when he lost his grip. "No!" he screamed as he plummeted down into the abyss.