Talk:The Clearing/@comment-24740423-20141231013628

Cloudmist stared at the fern tunnel as a few cats left to go hunting, his eyes showing his jealousy. "I should be with them." he mumbled to himself, looking back at the fresh-kill at his paws. "It's only a broken leg. Geez." The white-furred tom scrambled to sit up, pushing the mouse aside with his untwisted paw.

He rolled his eyes, glanced around, then started to mimic Brookwhisper. "'I'm afraid I can't heal it, Cloudmist. You can't be a warrior anymore, Cloudmist. Just go sit and do nothing for the rest of your life, Cloudmist.'"