Talk:The Marsh/@comment-5137480-20130224220343/@comment-5137480-20130224221859

As the squirrel scampered away, Dustypaw gracefully leaped down and chased it. Slashing out a paw, the squirrel stumbled and Dustypaw bit it's neck. It lay limp in her jaws.

"Hi Stormpaw," Dustypaw purred.

Farther off, Meadowpaw watched.

"Wait till Redpaw knows about these two lovebirds." She snickered.