Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27669385-20160702230905/@comment-26053883-20160706210350

Creek sighed.

Flora couldn't sleep. She padded out of the den, stepping on Ripple. He blinked open his eyes.

"Sorry!  I was going to build more of the camp."

"I'll help," Ripple meowed.

They padded out of the den. "I was thinking we could put sticks in the ground, and weave brambles through them like a Twoleg fence."

"Sure!  Let's start."

They began building.