Talk:The Clearing/@comment-5536582-20120926235907/@comment-5259793-20120929184244

Ambersky quickly selected a squirrel from the fresh-kill pile, contentedly gnawing it between her paws. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched Crimsonmoon playing in the leaves. Dropping the squirrel, she padded over to the tom. "Having fun?" she meowed.