Talk:The Pine Copse/@comment-5331607-20131110193010/@comment-5690596-20131110193853

Cloverpaw had scented Swiftpaw as the wind shifted it to her. She waved her tail in greetings to him, not really caring if he had seen it or not. Pouncing on the mouse it squealed in fright and she bit down on it, giving it an almost instant death.