Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27798784-20160327012529/@comment-27039035-20160330014809

Beside the camp entrance, kits were squealing and rolling across the ground, pretending to be ferocious foxes and tackling each other silly. Ratclaw was dreaming a few tail-lengths away. Even though he was fast asleep, words trickled into his mind from the concious world. Such as badgers! and attack! and ahh! Suddenly, he jolted away, fur on end. "Badgers are attacking the camp!" he yowled automatically, blinking open his eyes to see no nearby commotion, just a couple of kits staring at him as if he had sprouted another head. ''Oops. ''