Talk:The Pine Copse/@comment-4312567-20121224052454/@comment-4312567-20121224061138

Mosswhisker looked innocently behind him, then turned to Ambersky. He mewed pleasantly,

"Oh, are you talking to us? Well, we're--"

"None of your business." Nightwatcher interrupted annoyedly.

Mosswhisker stared at her.

"Why are you so crabby?"

Nightwatcher frowned at him.

"I've got a pile of fresh-kill I don't need, and I'm full. Who else wouldn't be annoyed at that?"

Mosswhisker meekly raised a paw. Nightwatcher slapped the back to his head.

"Well, then, Mossie, what do you think we should do?"

Mosswhisker shook his head dizzily then mewed,

"Well, You don't need that fresh-kill, and Amber here needs some, so why don't you give it to Amber?"

Nightwatcher glared at him, then sighed.

"Sure. Here, Ambersky, take these to your camp."

She pushed the pigeon, the mice and a vole towards Ambersky and flaunted off.

Mosswhisker shrugged apologetically and mewed,

"Sorry about her. She catches prey for a hobby and sometimes she catches too much. Do you want help taking that to camp?"