Talk:Quest 1/Week 6/@comment-12322991-20130215010644

Turtlepaw (or angel, its confusing) walked slowly over to the thorny berry bush, the berries glimmer ing as red as her (or his) eyes. A slow smile appered on her (his) face. "You should have chosen me, silly she-cat. Now your daughter will die" she (HE) said, inching closer and closer to the bush.