Talk:The Pine Copse/@comment-5324136-20121003225420

Shadowwind skidded to a halt, checking behind her warily. Unsurprisingly, Owlpaw was hurtling after her.

She sighed. She had suspected that he would. Windpaw might be gone, but that didn't mean that the brown she-cat was clueless about reckless apprentices.

She settled down in the shadows of a thick bramble thicket, waiting with resignment for Owlpaw to catch up.

(Sorry this took me so long, Ninja)