- "I'm fine, I'm fine," muttered Cherrypaw, her pelt hot with embarassment as she pulled herself to her paws. Her pelt ruffled; her gaze averted, she added, "Let's just get on with it, then."
---
"Okay," mewed Honeypaw, fidgeting slightly. Striving to remain calm, the vibrant orange she-cat closed her eyes and parted her jaws once more, this time analyzing the tangled mass of scents much more carefully. A mental image of the fresh-kill pile formed in her mind. She picked through its contents eagerly, searching for the scent that matched the one she had detected...
"Mouse," she mewed suddenly, snapping out of her trance. "I smell mouse."
---
Hailfrost smiled, raising her tail and beckoning the young tom into the bright, sunny clearing that was the MythClan camp. "Alright," she mewed, nodding in the direction of the fresh-kill pile. "You can eat something first, and then we're going to do some battle training. There's no need for a tour of the territory -- you'll see our borders when we're on patrol this evening."
---
"I'm right here," called Sagepaw, wandering out from behind a tree, a dried -- but nonetheless whole -- poppy head clamped delicately between her jaws. "I found this, and I figured Silversky might need it. Sorry." The corners of her mouth twisted upward in an apologetic smile -- or at least, as much of a smile as one could make when they've got a giant flower in their mouth.












