Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26053883-20160710022122/@comment-27669385-20160723185422

(Let's say Birch made it because I'm inpatient :P)

Brooke turned the corner and smacked into something. She tumbled to the ground with a yelp. "Hey!" She protested, looking up at a silver tom.

Birch blinked wide hazel eyes. ''She's pretty. ''"You're pretty." He meowed. "I mean, uh. . . Mouse-dung. Sorry. I-I'm Birch."

Brooke gaped, a bit shocked. "W-well, go away! O-or I'll have to take you to Sierra! She doesn't like intruders!" She tried to make herself look as scary as possible. ''He called me pretty. . .''

Birch gave Brooke a reassuring smile. "Dont worry, I'll be out of your fur before anyone suspects anything. On one condition."

Brooke frowned. "What?"

"You tell me your name." Birch replied.

Brooke hesitated. "Brooke." She meowed after a moment.

Birch smiled. "That's a beautiful name." Like you, he resisted adding. He turned and shot her one last glance. "I'm Birch. I'm really sorry. Look, meet me here tomorrow and I'll bring you a nice mouse. Otherwise I'll feel guilty." He then ran off without another word.

Brooke stayed crouched down, staring at the spot he had stood. A shiver passed through her. ''There was something different about him. . .''