Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27669385-20160424000455/@comment-28004325-20160424032831

Rose pushed forward, perhaps she couldent remember the exact spot but her paws sure could. They flew up and down the rough terrain untill they took her to exactly the spot she wanted to go. This spot was an old eagle hunting place which no one had used for many moons on account of a cat dieng in an avalanch there a long time ago. Only the oldest elders still remembered this place. On it was a well hidden cave, that could shelter her from the storm. Next to the cave lay a thin ledge with a not very far drop below it. The ledge, although thinned from the avalanche, was still usable, and a perfect spot to wait for eagles, then pounce on there backs. In the cave she climbed, and curled up, waiting for the storm to end. Funny the old shecat thought to herself, for she would never addmit this thought to anyone else it doesnt feel quite the same here, without my tribe hunting patrole, without all that old rascal storms half baked stories, that mushy brained embers jokes and owls disgusting optimisum. Rose, however, quickly pushed these lonely thoughts out of her mined and replaced them with thoughts of fighting eagles, for the glory of her tribe!

(XD I'm leaving dead cat hints all over the rp, if anyone wants to make a starclan/df cat that died in the avalanche mentioned abouve, feel free :))