"Ok," said Beetlepaw. He wasn't one for long replies to cats older than him.
"Yes," Coldshard said sharply. "Only black cats are named Crow."
He sat silently again, staring into the the distance. He would try to speak and socialise with these cats from other clans as little as possible.
Robinwing approached him. She honestly didn't care if he had a weird hobby with flowers or not, she just wanted to get things done.
"Batwhistle, I don't know where you went, but it is no bother. We are patrolling the border, with Sunpelt, who also is not here. Yet strangest of all, my apprentice Sparrowpaw is nowhere to be found. It is an odd night indeed," she said, with a casual flick of her tail."