Board Thread:Fading Futures - Main Roleplay/@comment-27255507-20180811212128/@comment-27823669-20180828215938

“I don’t think you need to claw anymore,” Patchpaw shook out his pelt, charging at the log and splitting the thin, weakened wood in half. He cringed in pain, receiving way more splinters than he expected. “Okay... that was a terrible idea.”