Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27038405-20160406160834/@comment-33008190-20160413040432

Tyron purred as he swung his paw across the head of a light brown tom, who looked too old to be fighting. He heard some cat shriek, "FLAMEWILLOW!"

Focusing on his goal, Tyron tried to push the other cats out of the way, ignoring the raging battle around him. He shoved past the shouting Starclan cats. He got to a spot where he could see well, although the bright, starry sky and lively plants that looked healthy made him annoyed.

He looked around for his target, but it was impossible to see Winterpaw in this chaos.

Well, not exactly.

Thanks to the unhealthily humongous squirrel bickering at the young Tom, Tyron was able to identify and figure out strategies to get to Winterpaw.

He slunk down between to fighting she-cats, then crawled slowly up towards Winterpaw. Both him and the spherical squirrel were facing the opposite way. Perfect.

Tyron let out a little victory growl, pouncing forward in glee, and banging Winterpaw's as hard as possible against the ground.