Thread:FeatherflightTheSkyWing/@comment-32195317-20181128223028/@comment-35079031-20181201193912

Mouse, who was about the size of a six moon old kit, yowled and tackled Glint, wriggling under his belly than reappearing to jump on his back. The experienced fighter grunted and tossed the tiny she-cat off in one swift movement. "Needs work, Mouse," he said, and the little she-cat's shoulders drooped. He flicked her ear with his tail fondly. "You'll get it next time," he said, his eyes soft. "Now, both of you, go get the foragers. They're in the Sunfallen Meadow, and Windreader would like to speak with them."