Post by Needleclaw on Apr 9, 2017 14:45:53 GMT -6
Needleclaw trudged into camp. His days were getting so mundane! It seemed as though there had been a sudden halt in the rebellion, and he hated it. Where was Yellowburr when they needed him? If they didn't keep the fight going the momentum of it all would just die down. He huffed a growl, sitting next to the fresh kill pile and absentmindedly picking out something to eat. Honestly, I should just take it into my own paws, it wasn't a half-bad idea, he thought. Now the Squirrelbite was a warrior he'd have a reliable second-in-command.
He looked down at the rabbit he had picked out. It was small, must've crossed over from FireClan, but Needleclaw didn't think he could finish it all on his down. The tabby leaned over to the closest cat to him, @roselightning, gesturing towards the meal. "Want some?"
