Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-24038939-20160320153749/@comment-27823669-20160321021016

Frostfeather watched the white she-cat stagger to her paws and run away. He turned his attention to the blue-grey tom and slashed at him. "Get out of here! Get out! Now!" Frostfeather spat. The blue-grey rogue nodded and hared away, closely followed by the yellow tom, who swung his head around and glared at Frostfeather. "We won't forget this." Ignoring him, Frostfeather pounded toward Birchpaw. "Birchpaw, are you okay? Birchpaw? Come on, get up!" Frostfeather began to panic. "C'mon Birch, you can't die now! Stay with me!" Frostfeather's voice rose to a shout. "Someone get Thistletuft!"

Sorreltuft paced the camp. "Are they okay?" She fretted.

Stormpaw dragged Crow to the Blogclan camp.