Breezepaw nodded, and led the way back to camp. She slipped inside, looking around the camp. Snakelash was sleeping under a clump of ferns, his striped pelt visible. A translucent tortieshell was curled beside him, but her eyes were open. Strange, she mused, where did the gray tabby go?Beetlepaw sighed as she rose to her paws, arching her back a bit in a stretch. "Yeah, we better head back. We can talk more about it tomorrow if you want but maybe we should stay in camp so the spirits don't get too loud." She unpinned her ears, relieved that soon she could escape the loudness of the forest.
She looked back at her sister, and nodded to the prey pile. "Want to grab something to eat?"