Talk:SunStones/@comment-24740423-20141118012629/@comment-8248793-20141118045716

Startled by the sudden noise behind her, Kitkat jumped. "Rogue? What an insult," she sniffed in a peevish manner, "My name is Kitkat, mind you."

She overlooked the second white she-cat on the warm stones and snorted in a disgraceful manner, "What a terrible looking pelt! I cannot believe you Clan cats take no pride in grooming it until perfection." She showed her own glossy, and "clean" pelt. To others, it would look so clean you couldn't see a speck of dust on it. To Kitkat, it would never be possibly clean enough.