[Raggedclaw]

Originally Posted by Spirited Darkness

Redpool's pale yellow hies glimmered with different emotions, too many for him to make sense of. He sat up, then dipped his head, taking a bite of the rat, which had now gone cold, and didn't taste nearly as good, but still was not as bad as several other options. He personally liked the taste of rat, and not just because the other Clans didn't.

Harethorn stretched and yawnes wide, tail flicking back and forth. She looked around the camp, sneering a bit at the murmurs of prayer to Starclan as clanmates began coming into the open to eat. She shook her head. She would never understand the need to worship the dead cats that walked the sky.