Forestpaw padded towards camp a sparrow clamped in her jaws. Her paw bled a little form when she’d stepped on a thorn earlier but it was fine. It was nice out, there was prey about, and...a cat about? A familiar cat too....hmm.The russet furred she cat stopped short just barely avoiding running into the cat. She dropped her sparrow and mewed, “
Sorry!”. She moved to pick it up and when she glanced upwards she saw the face of a cat she recognized. “
Jaypaw?”
( @
Dovey )