[Quasar]

Originally Posted by naiad

If there was one good thing about this new camp, it was how overgrown it was. Lack of cats in this area plus a surplus of fake crevices meant bugs galore, and Wolfpaw had made it his personal mission to catch every one of them. Even now at this moment he was stalking his next target. Crouched near a patch of grass, his eyes were focused intently on each blade. Occasionally one would twitch, a sign of a bug brushing past it. If he listened closely enough he could make out the sound of a cricket hidden beneath the murmur of the clan as it went about its business. His weight shifted to his haunches, ready to pounce. He was certain he would catch it, as long as no one interrupted him.

[ @Quasar ]

Goldenpaw | he/him

The calico apprentice still wasn't sure how he felt about the new-old camp (which was it? It was old, but now its new somehow?). It was pretty messy, what with pretty much being left to rot for the past few seasons, but that at least offered something interesting to look at.... Bah, who was he kidding. He still way preferred their other camp.

Heaving a sigh, he was about to retreat to the apprentices den when he spotted Wolfpaw crouching near some random bit of grass. What the hell was he doing? Now curious, he padded over to the younger tom and peered over his shoulder, "Uh, what are you looking at?" he asked maybe a bit too loudly, considering he was literally right next to Wolfpaw. Oh well.