Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-24038939-20160304041040/@comment-27039035-20160304172512

Ratclaw was concealed from view, hiding away in a nearby bush. He fiddled with something beneath his paw, but his attention was drawn elsewhere as he listened intently to the nearby conversation.

Wheathawk moseyed on over, a lopsided grin plastered on his face. "Well I'll be a monkeys uncle, what do we have here?" He plopped down right in between Sunstorm and Thistletuft, eyeing the tension in the air with lazy curiosity, then shrugged. "I got all gussied up to come talk, and all I see is two cats a hankerin' for a fight." He huffed in mock-exasperation. "What's got ya knickers in a twist? Winterpaw? He's a real riot, ain't he?"