Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-24038939-20151002205229/@comment-27350140-20151007201623

Flame carried on leading the two younger cats away from the hole, glancing around every so often to check for danger. She wasn't afraid for herself; just Thornkit and Duskpaw, who could not properly defend themselves from Phantom.

Phantom.

She felt hatred burning in her heart at the mere mention of his name. He was a twisted, sick monster and she'd defeat him, no matter what. She would be the one to have her claws tear into his throat, to see him die painfully. She blinked. She didn't usually think this violently. She shook her head and carried on leading them away.

The place was bleak and lonely, not even the slightest breeze ruffling her fur or any shade to offer respite from the hot, blaring sun. Her thick fur made it all the more unbearable.

She wondered if Flowerstream and Jetclaw were okay...