Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27669385-20161119194500/@comment-26053883-20161217175051

Briarsky looked around desperately, smelling a strange scent. Specifically, a strange Dark Forest scent. She raced over toward a scent she knew well. "Willowpaw!"

She spotted the black tom, and Willowpaw bleeding. "Why.  Are you hurting.  My daughter." She lunged for his already-bleeding throat and raked her claws down it. Multiple times.

Tikre glared at Briarsky. "You... traitor..."

He died. (yey lazy)

"Sorry about that," Briarsky meowed briskly. "What brings you here?"

Willowpaw growled. I have to pretend...  She ran off, hoping she wouldn't run into anyone else.

Briarsky followed her.

Tikre continued to lay there.