Russetpaw
"Russetpaw."
Aware of the toad still clutched between his teeth, said tom set the weight down before turning toward the voice that called him; it was Slyclaw, Swampclan's very own deputy. Her long fur melted from the shadows of a particularly low bush, but he eyed a few specks of mossy plant clinging to her, still. He dipped his head in greeting in response, "Good morning to you as well, Slyclaw." His eyes were wide in curiosity, wondering what she could be talking to him for. To his recollection, he hadn't done anything wrong, and nothing worth mentioning that hadn't already been said (at least, that he was aware of). Perhaps she just wanted to chat? Though, he wondered, why the deputy would have the time to speak to him. Certainly she would have other things to do, and he certainly knew he did also.
After beckoning him to follow, the young apprentice decided that he could find the time to talk to her before going out with Flametail, or at least finding him. Russetpaw was unsure whether or not the orange tom had plans, but Russetpaw would hope so; he wanted to see if he had gathered any new strength from the border fight. With the thought, he quickly glanced around, seeing if his mentor was within the camp. Aha, there! Russetpaw eyed him just a ways away near the warriors' den blending with the shadows as he daintily cleaned up. Russetpaw wasn't sure if his mentor saw him before, but as the deputy wanted to talk with him, Russetpaw could not find the time to greet him, though he would later. Hopefully, he would stay long enough so Russetpaw could ask him if there were any plans for the day.
Breaking from his thoughts, Russetpaw began to follow Slyclaw toward the sunny spot, one that had seemingly just opened up from nowhere (though, that did tend to happen when high breezes shook the canopy leaves), Russetpaw diligently picked up his toad and trailed after her. As Slyclaw dropped to the grassy ground, Russetpaw let his prey fall to the Earth and followed her example. Curling his tail around him, the tabby tom blinked at the older feline, unsure of whether or not he should speak with her or eat first.
"Russetpaw."
Aware of the toad still clutched between his teeth, said tom set the weight down before turning toward the voice that called him; it was Slyclaw, Swampclan's very own deputy. Her long fur melted from the shadows of a particularly low bush, but he eyed a few specks of mossy plant clinging to her, still. He dipped his head in greeting in response, "Good morning to you as well, Slyclaw." His eyes were wide in curiosity, wondering what she could be talking to him for. To his recollection, he hadn't done anything wrong, and nothing worth mentioning that hadn't already been said (at least, that he was aware of). Perhaps she just wanted to chat? Though, he wondered, why the deputy would have the time to speak to him. Certainly she would have other things to do, and he certainly knew he did also.
After beckoning him to follow, the young apprentice decided that he could find the time to talk to her before going out with Flametail, or at least finding him. Russetpaw was unsure whether or not the orange tom had plans, but Russetpaw would hope so; he wanted to see if he had gathered any new strength from the border fight. With the thought, he quickly glanced around, seeing if his mentor was within the camp. Aha, there! Russetpaw eyed him just a ways away near the warriors' den blending with the shadows as he daintily cleaned up. Russetpaw wasn't sure if his mentor saw him before, but as the deputy wanted to talk with him, Russetpaw could not find the time to greet him, though he would later. Hopefully, he would stay long enough so Russetpaw could ask him if there were any plans for the day.
Breaking from his thoughts, Russetpaw began to follow Slyclaw toward the sunny spot, one that had seemingly just opened up from nowhere (though, that did tend to happen when high breezes shook the canopy leaves), Russetpaw diligently picked up his toad and trailed after her. As Slyclaw dropped to the grassy ground, Russetpaw let his prey fall to the Earth and followed her example. Curling his tail around him, the tabby tom blinked at the older feline, unsure of whether or not he should speak with her or eat first.