Fernstar looked at Foxstripe with a smile. "Thank you," she meowed, nodding. "Would you organise some patrols for me please?" The leader asked, rising to her paws and looking at the freshkill pile. "I just hope today runs by quickly because we can't have our apprentices missing out on training." The fae murmured, half to herself.
Threeleg looked across at Snakemint before nodding. "Sure." He got to his paws and hopped over to the older tom, looking at the herb supply.
Juniperfrost gasped as a sudden thought sprung to mind. "Imagine, crowds of thousands of cats cheering: Juniperstar! or Coyotestar!" She meowed, driving her paw across the sky. "It would be great!" The fæ laughed as she imagined the scene she'd just described.
Sparrowpaw frowned as he heard his name. "Sorry, Hailpaw. Here, take this," he meowed, pushing the vole towards her. "Blackpaw? I'm going on patrol. Go hunting without me." He mewed as he passed his buddy. He trotted over to Foxstripe and the rest of the patrol, smiling widely.
Aquilo dipped his head. "Thanks, and alright." He mewed before picking up his mouse, turning and bounding away into the bushes, looking back only when she was out of sight. He was surprised she hadn't ripped his ears off. The grey tabby padded away before slowing. The tom settled down in the roots of an oak tree opposite a broken cobble path, biting into his meal with satisfaction.
{@SweetKiss please add more information like personality, history and relationships.}
