[Karlos]

~ Sand'Smoke | @marni ~

~ The large warrior lay in the clearing, grooming his pelt after some earlier hunting, though his ears perked as he heard his name and five others being called, some of which he recognised, and others he could only remember seeing around the camp.

Lifting from his resting position, the sandy-coloured tom trotted over to the Dusklit den, dipping his head to Cinder'Star and to avoid low-hanging branches that may or may not take an eye out.

"What can we help you with, Cinder'Star? Rogues on the territory? Some apprentices need training? Throw it at us,"

Sand'Smoke threw his guesses, smiling in a way that suggested he was only joking, though his stance suggested otherwise. Being the warrior he was, Sand'Smoke couldn't help a little humour here and there, especially when times were trivial, though, he wasn't completely certain whether he should or shouldn't be making jokes right now... ~