Thread:The Roleplay Zone/@comment-34411796-20190823145021/@comment-37529955-20190828234539

Birchstrike dropped the mouse in front of Russetblaze with a purr. He wondered if he should stay or leave, and settled on staying, sitting down beside Russetblaze.

Mistpaw happily dragged her blackbird towards the rest of the patrol. She had made up for the mouse with a spectacular jump, snagging the bird before it could fly away.

Foxfur nodded his approval before leaping up a nearby tree, having scented a squirrel.

Briarthorn smiled at Mistpaw. "Littlerain will be proud," she mewed, glancing at Foxfur in the tree. She mentally planned their route back to the camp, for the blackbird was the third piece of prey they had caught, and Foxfur's squirrel, if he caught it, would be the fourth.