[tulin]

@sol.

Having been lounging by himself on the edge of the clearing, Snowbeak was working on smoothing down the last patch of pale gray fur. It got rather finicky near the base of his tail, and being twisted around so much made him a bit sick. But luckily the tom pulled through and gave a satisfied grin as he finally managed to make all of his fur lie flat.

Having been pulled into the rather momentous task had his ears turned off to the sound of approaching paws, but a familiar voice lifted his head and perked his ears. Kestrelpaw! He recalled the young she-cat from the border skirmish with WindClan. He gave her a wide grin, listening to her question. She wanted battle pointers? Well, he didn't think of himself as the Clan's greatest fighter by any means, but he certainly knew how to use his claws when required. A bobbing of his head confirmed a yes and he got to his paws, looking to the entrance of camp and back again with a questioning gaze. Shortly after, he lifted a paw to place it back on the ground, asking if she would rather go out into the territory to practice or remain here in camp.