Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27823669-20161111034625/@comment-27669385-20170203030051

(12 moons)

Thistletuft nodded.

Fawn gripped the moss tightly, feeling cold water drip down her muzzle.

/FLASHBACK/

Rabbitpaw pricked his ears as he heard the fluttering of large wings and the unmistakable scent of blackbird reached his keen nose. Prowling forward, he purred softly, getting ready to leap on the bird as it came into view.

Problem was, there was already someone stalking it.

And she wasn't a BlogClan warrior.

Stick legs beginning to tremble, Rabbitpaw dashed forward, sending a shower of leaves into the air. He cringed as the bird let out a startled cry and feathers brushed his nose as it flapped its wings and rose into the air. "W-who are you?" He demanded, trying not to let his fear show.

/END FLASHBACK/