Talk:StormClan/@comment-1750159-20120124200924

Darkleaf twitches his whiskers and checks the herbs. All he needs is poppy seeds. He walks out of his den, stretching his legs as he takes steps into the clearing. He looks about to see if Morningpaw had returned, and continues padding towards camp entrance. He shakes his thick fur and heads towards the clearing where he gathers poppy seeds.