Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26832013-20160624220651/@comment-28298302-20160706234146

Snowfrost looked grumpy, as always, her plan was too sneak out tonight. She didn't love Cloud anymore, she didn't really like their new kits either, she hoped all was well in the tribe. But would her kits like her? Or hate her. She had a look of sadness as she remembered her beautiful kits, so sweet, cute, and kind, she should've never abandoned them. She remembered that Soft Song Of A Cardinal always was cute, and cheeky, and how she desired to be a prey-hunter, and how Stream Where Silver Minnows Splash would always snuggle up with her and pick her flowers, and how she wanted to be a cave-guard, like Snowfrost was. She knew she should go back to her tribe name, Snow That Frost's Flower, or just Frost.

(Poor thing. little does she know about Soft having problems with slight depression and being possesed, and Silver's dreams and slight anger in her spirit. :P)