Talk:SunStones/@comment-8754209-20140916000626

Gingerstripe stretched his tired legs and head, rolling over into a new position. The handsome tom sighed, and his mouth stretched taunt as he yawned, fur ruffling in the chilly breeze, but the sun beamed upon his back. There was nothing better, he thought, closing drowsy eyes.

Raggedpaw thought different. Outstretched claws, he smirked at the exhausted, drowsy tom on the rocks. Surging upwards, he grabbed a pawful of dirt and threw it as hard as he could at Gingerstripe.

It hit.