[Captain]

Autumnpaw purred slightly at the sight of Lightning joining her with his own piece of prey, feeling his soft ginger fur against her light-brown pelt. She took a quick bite from the plump thrush between her paws, trying to ignore the plain blush on her muzzle because of him. The young she-cat looked over at him when he mentioned a time before they were apprentices, kits in the nursery, raised together by a mother that was not their own. She had grown so close to him beside both their mothers had been killed when they were less than five moons old. “It seemed to be a simpler time with more games than responsibilities, but that’s the point of growing up, isn’t it?” She mentioned, chuckling ever so slightly, “We always got into so much trouble in the nursery as kits. We were quite the pesky pair, weren’t we?” The american bobtail looked down at her small, delicate paws and smiled, remembering them as small kits, seeming to explore the world without a single care. So many changes have erupted since then, but everything seemed to work out in the end so far in their "interestingly enough" lives.