Talk:The Clearing/@comment-28706003-20161128034112/@comment-24207294-20161128035619

"Mintstar!"

Dappledstorm's call died quickly as she let out a grunt, back legs buckling underneath her. Great StarClan, she really was getting old. She shuffled around and managed to stroll towards her leader, if not unsteadily. Snatching a vole as she went by the fresh-kill pile, she settled down next to the patched tom.

"Mouse? Just like your mother; she'd be scrambling for the fattest one she could find!"