Snailpaw looked up at her mentor, her fur still ruffled from today's excitement, and she nodded numbly. She was nervous about leaving camp now. But she desperately wanted to train. Claws hooking the earth beneath her paws, she looked towards the camp entrance.
"I want to catch a bird. W-without mangling it. But... maybe some defense moves would be smart to learn." She touched Batpaw's shoulder with her tail in a silent goodbye and padded towards the camp entrance, looking back at her mentor, eyes wide.
(Lol. All righty then. ;v; He can remain a tom. I'll think of something... But what about naming him after Pebblestep? Just a thought. c: )
Beetleclaw bristled angrily and padded back to the elders' den, curling up in his nest. His bright amber gaze flashed against his blackened coat and stared out at Froststripe as the fellow elder returned to the den. He flicked an ear and stretched, flexing his claws.
"The queen threatened you?" he growled.
Pigeonfeather remained at the grave with Pikefang and Arrowpaw, her ears lowered and eyes narrowed into sympathetic slits. She knew the two would mourn the loss of the new warrior for some time, as the were much closer than the majority of the Clan was. But she didn't want to leave them alone, especially with rogues about like that one.