Talk:The Clearing/@comment-4312567-20140409112945/@comment-5277627-20140411075255

Thornpelt padded in to the clearing, a bird in his jaws. When he spotted the rogue, he dropped the bird and glared fruriously. "What is this... rogue filth doing on our territory?" He demanded. "Sandfeather," he added, turning to the face the tom, "why are you wasting NightClan's herbs on her?"