Talk:The Stream/@comment-25178347-20130620024054/@comment-24156522-20130620043525

Larkpaw coughed as she felt herself being lifted out of the water. She felt weak, ready to pass out, and she could barely make out the pale ginger form of Hazelclaw, racing toward her and Coldpelt.

She could feel herself slipping from the older cat's jaws, and let out a helpless wail.