Talk:The Pine Copse/@comment-4312567-20121224052454/@comment-4312567-20121224053754

Nightwatcher watched Ambersky through curious eyes, and forked a mouse ut of a hole.

Mosswhisker tumbled down on top of her and mewed,

"Auntie Night! I wasn't spying on you, honest!"

Nightwatcher sighed, killed a mouse trying to run to safety and licked Mosswhisker's head affectionately.

"Don't worry."

Mosswhisker stared at Nightwatcher's little pile of fresh-kill. Then he looked at Ambersky at the other side of the tree.

"What are you doing, competing?"

Nightwatcher stared at the dead animals in surprise, then pushed them away.

"We already have enough fresh-kill to last a year."

Mosswhisker stared anxiously at Ambersky, who was tracking a scent trail towards them, but hadn't noticed them.

"Well, we'd better do something about it..."