Talk:The Clearing/@comment-5536582-20120926235907/@comment-5259793-20120930005953

Ambersky's ears shoved forward as she listened intently to the stuttering she-cat. "Windwing?" She blinked, remembering a scene from her past. She was sitting in the elders' den as a kit, listening to stories. ''WhisperClan! ''she thought. ''But they're only a bunch of kit tales! They can't be true! ''