Talk:SunStones/@comment-26216142-20150101221944/@comment-5342796-20150101222352

A group of four apprentices emerged over a fallen log, the sound of their mews carrying in the air. Lionpaw's bassy rumble, in particular, was recognizable and obnoxious as ever. The tom was padding in between Bluepaw and Daisypaw; all three of them were arguing animatedly. The quieter Lilypaw trailed behind, her eyes drifting up to catch a glimpse of Ghost. "Are you all right?" she asked, alerting the others to the presence of another cat.

Falling silent, all the apprentices stopped walking, staring unitedly up at the strange she-cat.