[wren]

Originally Posted by Dust

@jupiter

[I'm sorry this is so late ;-; ]

"Ouch!" The feline mumbled under his breath as his outstretched his leg, a prominent 'CRACK' sounding from his joints. Frostflight was so sore... so incredibly sore! He never thought that having an apprentice could take all the energy out of him, but maybe that's why older warriors seemed so grumpy. Either way, Frostflight was just glad to be back in camp. He'd have a meal, give himself a little spruce up, and try to catch an early night. Pacing over to the fresh-kill pile, the silver feline would settle on a smaller trout and carry it back to his spot, the fish clamped tight between his jaws. Settling himself down, Frostflight placed the prey on the ground ready to tuck into his meal, but what was dinner without company? Raising his icy gaze to scan the camp, he decided on someone who may have been close by, Roachfoot. Frostflight didn't know him too well, but he knew of him... "Hey!" He called, "Would you like to come share this with me?"

(( Goodness don't worry I'm horrible with replies too! ))

Roachfoot was attempting to catch the last rays of sunlight that ripped through camp in ribbons of bright sunlight, the sun would set soon or it was on his way. He would not waste this opportunity. What was the harm of enjoying it while he could? He was in a better mood than usual, his resting face was somewhat relaxed. Less irritated than normal. Despite his normally grumpy mood not much seemed to bother in this moment, with the exception his his paws. Cracked and bleeding from patrolling, he sure wasn't ready for the warm weather quite yet. Was he really growing soft? As cats shifted around camp getting settled and grooming he could be found blinking an eye open to stare for a few seconds than blinking it back shut looking quite unbothered. Contrary to popular belief that roachfoot couldn't stand when cats paced, drove him absolutely mad. It wasn't until he heard someone call. Was that directed for me? He chewed the inside of his cheek before popping open an eye. Frostflight. His ears pinned to the back of his skull and he glanced up deciding wether or not to ignore him. He examined the small fish, than frostlight and back at the fish again. "Why not" the short tom despite the protest of his aching paws stood and shuffled awkwardly towards him. It was odd to get called over to share a meal, in fact he couldn't even remember the last time.