[Doom]

Coldsong was excited to see the look on Brindlejaw's face when they dragged the dead coyote into camp; chest puffed, even though he was tired, and a smug-crooked smile plastered to his muzzle.

The deputy's reaction, however...was rather stale. Congrationaltions on the good hunting...??

Scrunching his nose when Brindlejaw offered to put their catch on the fresh-kill pile, Coldsong huffed. "Oh, well how nice of you to offer!" He then leaned over and shoved the coyote right onto the tom. "Phew! It sure is heavy. You know, I think I will go rest. Thanks, bud."

Then with a curt dip of the head, the warrior trotted off to the warriors' den.

[ @Dipper @Dust @Alexcentri @Shimm ]

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Originally Posted by Wings

The young, scarred, warrior slipped out of the warriors den. Yawning, Hawkstride stretched. The winter breeze clinged to the air but, it was mostly warm but, for her, with her thickish coat, it felt perfect. Looking around clearing, she wanted to go hunting but, didn't feel like doing it alone.

Spotting a white warrior in the clearing, she padded over. She believed his name was Coldsong, only way she knew that was from when he would get called out at meetings. Now in front of him, her tail laid close to the ground. "Coldsong? Right?"
@Fae

Coldsong had been resting after the coyote hunt, enjoying the chilling spring weather...he wasn't expecting someone to bother him immediately after his hunt.

Meeting Hawkstride's gaze, the tom squinted idly at the she-cat. "Yes..." he fell silent and cleared his throat, "do you need something, Hawkstride?"