"I suppose not.." One-eye frowned, glancing at all of the younger cats bouncing around the camp. Honeyheart, Smokeflower.. they were both young, fit, happy with their lives - One-eye was very happy with all the decisions he'd made except Mistyclaw, but he couldn't help feel.. disappointed, perhaps. Not in Pikeflower, he'd give the world for him if he could, but he never did get to experience kittens or living his whole life with a mate. "I love you, Pikeflower."
Thrushleap's ears perked up when her mate spoke. "I was told he has spotted fur... this has to be him." She began taking a faster pace and opening her mouth to draw in the scent. If what cats had told her was true, then he would never run away from cats. Especially not she-cats, at least that's what they said.. and Thrushleap knew he'd be very well able to hear their voices, and so she knew he would also be able to tell they were she-cats.
Mallowstem sighed, sitting down and continuing to lick his ears. "Nothing, nothing, I'm just being.. foolish," she murmured, her gaze flickering over to Cherrytail every once in a while. "I know there's nothing to worry about, it's just.. Cherrytail talking to other cats that just.. makes me.. I don't know, envious, I suppose."
Buzzardkit kicked Wisteria's muzzle with his hind paw, whimpering. "Moooom, noooooooo..." he cried sleepily. And then he sat up straight, his mouth growing into a smile. "Wait, dad????" He leapt onto his father, purring loudly. "Dad! Dad! Dad! Teach me stuff dad I need this!! I'm the strongest ever and- and" He fell onto his back in the dirt, panting. "I gotta know stuff dad! Mom, let him take me out, please mom!" Through this, Adderstrike was chuckling, staring at Wisteria - Buzzardkit was unaware of it, but Adderstrike would never take him out of the camp.
Featherpaw thought about it. "I think so. My mother brought me here.. perhaps you'd remember. She.. wanted my siblings, I think...... I think I had around two or three of them. I wonder what they are up to now," she murmured. "Maybe one day I'll meet them.. no way of knowing, though."
Smokeflower wandered around the clearing, his fluffy fur dragging at the ground. He was already rather chubby, but with his long fur it nearly always dragged on the ground.. making his belly fur always dirty. But right now, he didn't care. He was looking for his mother, Rustpelt. "Mom? Are you here?" he called, looking in the warriors' den. He normally stayed with the queens so he had no way of knowing which nest she slept in, and she obviously wasn't there, so there was no point in sniffing the nests. He left the den, and took a few more glances around the camp. He didn't want to leave the camp, he rarely ever did, but he wanted to talk to his mother since he hadn't done so for the past few days. Smokeflower groaned, taking in the scents around himself. He caught a whiff of Rustpelt's and began to follow it. "Mom? Mooooooooom?"
[ ooc;; @Weredog Petalpaw can go and see Rosefur if you'd like, too. I had meant to post for him but I forgot honestly ]