Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27038933-20160324233638/@comment-27823669-20160326013347

Frostfeather, Sorreltuft, and Stompaw all sat outside the nursery, wondering when they would get to see the newborns. Mosskit scampered up to the nursery. "Can they play?" She asked. Wolfkit padded up and lightly cuffed her ear, his way of saying no, mouse-brain.

Birchpaw struggled to his paws and limped out of the medicine den. A few scratches wouldn't prevent him from seeing the kits.