Sarah looked up at Amber when she started speaking. Her eyes widened for a second as her wings opened. They always seemed to amaze her. No matter how many times she sees them. She raises her paw off the ground but not yet past her chest. "I would like to go hunting," she spoke softly and kindly. "It doesn't matter to me for what." She licked her chest softly. The wind had ruffled her fur some.
Mosspaw woke up and she stretched. She yawned and blinked at the morning's light. She looked around and saw Nightpaw still sleeping. She smiled and got up silently. She got down in a crouch and pounced on Nightpaw.
Nightpaw woke suddenly from the impact of Mosspaw to his resting body "Oof!" he exclaimed in surprise.
"Morning Nightpaw!" Mosspaw greeted him
"Oh, it's just you," Nightpaw said with a sigh of relife. His tail fur went down and he sat up, making Mosspaw get off him. "You surprised me."
"Sorry, Nightpaw. I just wanted to wake you!"
Nightpaw chuckled softly "You always seem to keep me on the tips of my paws," he said as he started to lick his ruffled fur

















