Talk:SunStones/@comment-26216142-20150101221944

A lone moth fluttered in front of Ghost's nose. She lept at it, but it moved as soon as her paws left the ground. It continued in a zig-zagged path away from the cat. Ghost followed it, always keeping low. She stopped momentarily, then pounced. The moth flew out of the way just in time, and Ghost screeched as she slid on a thin sheet of ice she hadn't noticed before.