Old Ways [OPEN]

[Shadowbird]

The quiet sound of the afternoon camp greeted the shadowy black tomcat The feline was once again returning after a long period of absence. He'd been raising Nightkit but now that the boy was already a warrior he found no need to watch over him as much. Nightfox had become a good warrior.

Whitefern was no where to be seen and the awkward tension between the two and the constant misconception they were a couple left him with not much to say. There had maybe been a time he'd of belonged to someone but the tom didn't even have his friends around no longer. His best friend dead, his life was quite empty. He slowly made his way to the prey pile and lazily grabbed a raven from the pile. He lay down in the middle of camp, feeling quite nostalgic.

[Dogfang]

"Shadowbird." Someone he hadn't seen since Beechstar had passed into Cloudclan. He knew little of the Tom except for his relationship with his brother, and in truth that was all he felt he needed to know on the matter. Still tired from his own journey that he'd recently returned from, Dog slumped down besides Shadowbird. He'd spent moons keeping his final promise to Beechstar, but he still didn't feel as though he'd finished his work. Beechstar had yet to contact him either. Until he did, Dog would keep looking.

"I want to know something," he said, in his abrupt manner. The pointed Tom regarded Shadowbird quietly for a moment, still internally deliberating. Beechstar trusted him, perhaps that meant that he could too, though they hadn't really gotten off in the best situation. In the very least there was no harm digging him for information. "Do you know who Coonbite is?"