There wasn't much doing other than the occasional nighttime sound however. And Rainywhisker, in his self-appointed position outside, quickly settled into a state of passive observation. Of course, he was truly only outside to enjoy the fresh air some more before retiring to sleep, but he thought himself slightly
more useful by acting as a watchman of sorts.
Yet, when Buckstar decides on approaching the dark tabby, it takes a moment for him to respond. Rainywhisker inhales slowly, glancing over the other tom and offering a welcoming dip of his head.
"'Evening," the warrior meows. Listening to the other, he then nods thoughtfully.
"I am. It's a relief to be back. I feel in my element again. Strange, perhaps, seeing as I wasn't out of the forest for too long. Guess it's just being in a Clan that does it."
Pausing, Rainywhisker gazes around the clearing. He did feel peaceful. But the question rises in his mind, and the tom allows himself to ask:
"And what of yourself, Buckstar?" Looking again at the leader, he continues.
"How is it, leading the Clan?" Buckstar was a good tom. The warrior wasn't familiar with him, really, but at a glance he was pure at heart- Somebody who would do the best for his Clan.
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