Briarpaw stood by the fresh-kill pile, eyeing the offerings that had been deposited that day. He'd had a decent morning of training with Brambletail, and his mentor had dismissed him for the day, sending him to pick out some prey to replenish his energy before they went out that evening for hunting. He moved a sparrow off the top of the pile, sniffing out a mouse that was still quite fresh. Another patrol may have just gotten back. He plucked it from the pile and retreated a bit, sitting down to tuck into the prey and savoring the peace and food.
That is, until he noticed another body taking a seat beside him. The scent was clear and the size was a dead giveaway.
Flurryvale.
He barely acknowledged the newly-promoted warrior, trying to keep his eyes on the mouse, but after a few moments of awkward silence, he huffed and fixed the other cat with a stern look.
"Can I help you?" He asked with a slightly sarcastic drawl.
That is, until he noticed another body taking a seat beside him. The scent was clear and the size was a dead giveaway.
Flurryvale.
He barely acknowledged the newly-promoted warrior, trying to keep his eyes on the mouse, but after a few moments of awkward silence, he huffed and fixed the other cat with a stern look.
"Can I help you?" He asked with a slightly sarcastic drawl.