Talk:SunStones/@comment-8754209-20140308005747/@comment-8754209-20140309012009

Mysticfur sniffed the air, as fresh mouse filled her senses. She tensed up, coiled, ready to spring. The mouse twitched, and Mysticfur pounced, her claws ripping through flesh, warm blood splattering her snow white claws. She looked up, her chest out, smiling with her prey at her feet and her victory.