Talk:The Clearing/@comment-9563090-20121226171404/@comment-24156522-20121226191548

Hazelclaw leapt at the cub and did her best to drag it back out of the camp. "Owlpaw!" she suddenly shouted, seeing her brother in front of the badger.

He was attempting to rake its face with his thorn-sharp claws. His tabby pelt was matted with blood.