Sunpaw nodded vigorously, leaving the conversation in the dust. He parted his jaws, drew in the air, and twitched his whiskers in satisfaction. The young tom dropped to the ground, stilling his tail and creeping forward, his eyes sharply scanning the undergrowth around him. He silently approached a small colony of voles, who were sitting clumped together and rummaging for seeds. He unsheathed his claws and quickly leaped, catching two of them under his paws before the others scampered off to their holes. "I caught two," he announced, proudly spinning around to face Thistleheart. Then the wind shifted, bringing with it an unfamiliar scent. "I think I can smell two loners," he tipped his head, his ears flattening a bit as he referenced Moon and Dust.








