Talk:The Pine Copse/@comment-5137480-20141228192754/@comment-5137480-20141228201729

Mousepelt had quietly climbed a tree, and now perched there, his tiny frame still.

Amberwing took a deep breath to calm herself, and then spoke. "True. Where do you live, if not in NightClan? Most cats," she paused, breathing deeply again, "don't like rogues."

Mousepelt couldn't stop himself. "Like you." He chimed in, causing his sister to glare at him.