[beau]

Wolfpaw’s eyes had already retrained on the grass as Goldenpaw spoke, waiting for a flickering piece of grass to cue him in on another bug’s presence. “Uhh, I guess?” How often did he have to do something before he could say that he did it a lot? It’s not like he had much else to do when he lived in the sharpyard, so he guessed he did it a lot then. Here in ThunderClan, though, he had more to do and less time to bug hunt.

Finally, the piece of twitching grass he had been looking for caught his attention and swept away his current thoughts. “There’s another one!” He whispered. “Now shush before you scare this one off.” He wasn’t sure if this one was a cricket, but he’d take any bug at this point.

[ @Quasar ]