by Dia. » Wed Aug 03, 2011 7:19 pm
Flightfire grinned, green eyes gleaming, "Yes. It is exactly like that." He rose to his paws, tail falling in a gentle curve towards the ground, "We should get back to camp now before we are missed." He proceded to mark the border before treading lightly through the thin covering of snow.
Hawkstrike grinned as he followed the older tom. Things were going to be perfect.