Board Thread:Fading Futures - Main Roleplay/@comment-27255507-20180811212128/@comment-27515588-20180828120032

Flypaw carefully scanned her surroundings from the tree.

Greenpaw joined Milkpaw in clawing at the log.

Troutscale shoved the thoughts of Insectleaf away and decided to stand guard near the camp entrance. “If one of you foolish traitorsdecides to leave, you’ll need to get through me now.” he called.