Talk:The Stream/@comment-5488450-20121103000842/@comment-4312567-20121103023350

Stormfire renewed her search for a cliff to jump off of, but there were none in sight.

Moswhisker tensed, ready to do something if anything went wrong.

Mistshadow smiled thinly, and unsheathed one unnaturally long claw.

"So, it's either Stormfire dies and I wreck havoc on your Clan and Mosswhisker lives as a ghost, forever haunting your days, or we come to a compromise."