Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26053883-20160701114821/@comment-27492740-20160815190223

"That's good, but they're all BlogClan. We need kits of every group." Mistfang peered through the Tribe pool into their nursery and pointed a paw at a rather fat sleeping queen (Mouse). "Her kits will come soon. We can literally raise them from birth. It will take time, but they will be some of the most loyal trainees, even if they end up weak." He turned to the syndicate pool and pointed to the she-cat who was kitting (Tawnyfern). "The same for her. And the other pregnant queens. Unfortunately, the syndicate lacks just that. Buuut..." He studied the kits. "Eh, all kind of weak. Weeeeeeeell..." A thought seared itself into his brain.