Talk:SunStones/@comment-8754209-20140916000626/@comment-8754209-20140916001825

Gingerstripe yowled at the tom's dirt-ball on his face, spluttering. Raggedpaw had hidden away, sniggering, and Gingerstripe leapt up. "That apprentice!" He growled, unsheathing claws.

Raggedpaw peeked out of the crack of the sunbathed rocks. He sniggered again, dashing away, and Gingerstripe couldn't have the energy to chase after him. "Oh hello Hazelclaw!" The tom satisfied himself with talking to the deputy.