Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-24038939-20160218210911/@comment-27038405-20160223170440

Flame's eyes slowly blinked open, before she got up and stretched each limb. Her exhaustion had ceased, and her various scratches were feeling a little better than earlier. She craned her neck to peer at her reflection in a little pool of water next to her temporary nest, flinching back as she took in the sight of the cut on her face. It would probably heal okay, but Flame's old training as Stoneteller's to-be made her guess that it would leave a scar.

Sighing slightly, she turned her turquoise gaze to look around the BlogClan camp curiously. It was so lovely and peaceful and vibrant, with the green grass meeting the blue sky while birdsong and chatter filled the air. She couldn't help comparing it to the desolate, icy cave of the Tribe or the shadowy cliffs of the Syndicate. Flame settled back down into her nest, figuring she'd best heal up as soon as possible so she wouldn't be a burden and outstay her welcome.