Talk:The Clearing/@comment-24740423-20141015224859

Breezepaw drifted around near the apprentices' den, prodding at a mouse he'd chosen to eat a few minutes ago. He wasn't hungry anymore; he was trying to imagine how the questing cats were doing. I hope they're well. he thought, sighing. They're probably on their way back right now, with everyone safe and sound.

The black tom pushed the mouse away and sat, curling his tail over his paws and counting the cats that walked past him without so much as a glance. "One, two, three... Wow, am I really invisible?"