Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27350140-20151115150847/@comment-27492740-20160108014527

"Sure," Moonpaw mewed. She followed Jetclaw into the ferns, ears pricked for prey. She had just desended into a shallow dip when she caught the scent of squirrel. "Jetclaw," she hissed. "I think there's a squirrel over there! Can you smell it?" she meowed as she pointed with her tail toward a patch of small grasses.