~The Threat of The Shadows~ A Warrior Cat RP

Pigeonflight walked ahead of the two, chattering about how well their hunt went. Batfang walked silently next to Breezepaw, he turned his head to look at the apprentice and rolled his eyes at his sister in a teasing jester. He loved his sister but boy could she get overly excited and talk a cat's ear off.
Breezepaw sat his gesture to his sister, and let out a muffled laugh. Another good thing about him, she mused, he's easy to understand, even if he's silent.
 
Breezepaw sat his gesture to his sister, and let out a muffled laugh. Another good thing about him, she mused, he's easy to understand, even if he's silent.

Pigeonflight looked over her shoulder and badly pretended to look upset "Are you two telepathically talking bad about me behind my back?" She tried to sound stern but failed miserably as smiles kept slipping onto her muzzle. Batfang perked up, giving a quick wink to Breezepaw before acting innocently as he shook his head in response to his sister.
 
Pigeonflight looked over her shoulder and badly pretended to look upset "Are you two telepathically talking bad about me behind my bad?" She tried to sound stern but failed miserably has smiles kept slipping onto her muzzle. Batfang perked up, giving a quick wink to Breezepaw before acting innocently as he shook his head in response to his sister.
Breezepaw caught the wink, and instantly wiped the grin of her face. She shook her head when her mentor questioned, looking completely innocent, with a hint of confusion, as if she really didn't know what her mentor was talking about.
 
Breezepaw caught the wink, and instantly wiped the grin of her face. She shook her head when her mentor questioned, looking completely innocent, with a hint of confusion, as if she really didn't know what her mentor was talking about.

Pigeonflight laughed "You two are so serious and quiet! Don't let me interrupt your spooky silence I guess." She told them playfully, slipping back besides them so she could flick one of Batfang's big ears with her tail.
 
Bluefrost padded from the camp entrance, dew sparkling her wake, instinct driving each pawstep. Ears flicking forward, her body lowered into a crouch. A grey squirrel sat rummaging at the roots of an oak. Eyes locked on her prey, paws padding silently along the forest floor, she bunched her muscles, leaping forward. As her forepaws met squarely with it’s coarse, grey fur, she delivered the killing bite.
 

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