Talk:The Clearing/@comment-5277627-20141005001824/@comment-24740423-20141005005519

Thorncloud was about to say something, but a tiny black fluff caught his eye. He looked over toward the medicine den to see Shadekit, bounding over to the fresh-kill pile. The black kitten grabbed a squirrel that was twice his size off the pile and started to drag it back to the medicine den.

Now Thorncloud couldn't speak at all. If she died... It was always "if". If she died. If Banjo came back. If another kit was stolen.

If, if, if.