Talk:Apprentices' Den/@comment-5331607-20121229025016/@comment-5331607-20121229032711

Nightpaw decided to spill a secret to these she-cats. They were friendly after all. He unsheathed his claws and held them up, "Look." They were long, sharp, transparent, and cold, with a kind of blue-white tinge to it. "Ice claws. I don't know what they do yet, though."