Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26832013-20160430195551/@comment-27669385-20160503010941

Thistletuft padded into his den behind Burningstar. "About time." He grunted, digging through his herb store for catmint.

Night lashed her tail, padding through the forest. She ignored the pain that flashed through her paw when she stepped on a sharp stone hidden beneath the snow. Why can't they all just get along?