Talk:The Clearing/@comment-5216771-20130711064540

Ivynose entered the clearing. She carried a mouse by the tail, dropping it in the fresh-kill pile. She twisted her head around to lick the base of her tail.

"Darn fleas," she muttered to herself, grunting with satisfaction as she heard the crunch of the tiny arachnid between her teeth. The silver and white tabby shook her fur out as she stood back up. She took a look around the clearing at her Clanmates. The stoic she-cat watched the activity, lumbering away after a few moments, wandering toward the warrior's den.

She blinked as she put her muzzle into the den, letting her eyes adjust.