Talk:SunStones/@comment-9953050-20131213015513/@comment-24495864-20131215234958

Equinox angled her ears, hearing a twig snap faintly. She shrugged, thinking that it could be anything; a squirrel, a bird, maybe a vole. She sighed.

A blue-grey tom lifted his paw away from the twig he'd stepped on. The vole he had been stalking was throwing up a trail of leaves as it ran away noisily. "Stupid branch..." he growled. He tasted the air, then stopped when he scented Clan cats.