Talk:The Pine Copse/@comment-5259793-20120922183338/@comment-5324136-20120923011644

Ivystar purred appreciatively at the fresh-kill. "Nice."

She paused uncertainly. "By the way... No, nevermind, it's probably nothing," she meowed hurriedly, padding back toward the camp, her tortoiseshell fur rippling as she jumped over a fallen tree.

(So... are we done here? Should we go back to the camp now?)