Thread:The Roleplay Zone/@comment-34411796-20190823145021/@comment-37529955-20190829004634

Briarthorn padded back into camp with a mouse and a sparrow dangling from her jaws. Her patrol had picked up the stored prey on their way to camp, and Briarthorn dropped it in the fresh-kill pile.

Foxfur dropped his squirrel in the fresh-kill pile and padded over to a patch of sunlight. He started washing his fur, frowning as he picked out leaves.

Mistpaw eagerly bounded up to Littlerain, or at least she tried to. The blackbird slowed her down, and she nearly tripped over it on her way to her mentor. She set it at Littlerain's paws, hoping for approval.