Nightpaw trotted into camp, a blackbird clutched in her jaws. After missing the squirrel, she had wandered around a bit without finding anything. She had stumbled upon a blackbird, making a nice leap to bring it down. After not detecting anymore scents, she had called it a day and returned to camp. She was proud to have caught anything after waiting as long as she did for Flyheart to show up. Which hadn't happened.
Nightpaw dropped her prey on the pile and padded over Tawnybird.
"Sorry, I'm late," she began, dipping her head respectfully.
"Flyheart, who was supposed to lead the hunt, never showed up, so I went by myself." She blinked anxiously up at the deputy, hoping that was the right decision.
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