Talk:The Stream/@comment-4312567-20121029073324

Mistshadow yawned cavernously, stretched luxiriously in the shadow of a willow tree from the NightClan forest. Mosswhisker was pacing a taillength away along the bank of the stream.

"Are they there yet?" Mosswhisker called out to him.

Mistshadow stifled a yawn. "Not yet, Moss. Just be patient. After all, we came early, even though they're supposed to be the hosts. Or, at least, the cats who arranged this meeting. Just be patient."

He settled his head on his paws and let his eyes stray along the opposite bank.