Talk:Nursery/@comment-5488450-20121227164521/@comment-5342796-20121227170841

Troutpaw tried to help Songpaw pry the ball from Emberkit's grip. As he did, their pelts brushed, and he felt himself blush. "Come on," he said through gritted teeth.

With a wild yell, Bluekit slammed into Emberkit, knocking the moss-ball from her paws, and snatched it out of the air. "YAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"