Emberkit
Emberkit shook his head. "Nope, I'm the father of all moles! I eat foxes and twolegs, duh!" He exclaimed as if it was obvious. He noticed she was laughing, but assumed it was a symptom of being attacked by the mole god.
Tom
Tom smiled, following along. "Technically three, Cootrunner. I still be an apprentice." Most of his clanmates assumed he was already a warrior by now, even though he was still sleeping in the apprentice den. He glanced back at Hawkpaw, wondering why he wanted to watch them fight when it was only some boring training. 'I'd much rather be swimming than fighting...'
Jinx
Jinx stopped in her tracks, dropping the bird for a moment. "Hello...?" She shouted out confused. She didn't smell Vipereye, so it wasn't him or any rouge she knew. "Who are you?" She questioned, looking around. She knew she smelled another cat.