Cometflight sat on a boulder nearby, one eye open and inconspicuously glancing at the unfamiliar hen, Willowbreeze; for a moment before directing it's groggy orange gaze elsewhere, his head halfway tucked into his feathers.
Hellpaw sat at a stream that ran through BloodClan territory, washing the blood off her battle spurs. She shook them in the water before pulling them out and wiping them off with a soft leaf to dry them off.