Yellowstar sat calmly cleaning his perfectly sharpened claws to perfection listening patiently to his deputy Swallowwing.
"So to conclude I have to ask why fighting with Thunderclan is necessary," she finished finally stopping her annoying pacing.
"Because dear Swallowwing," he purred "Look at what has happened with them here, we can hunt in the forest and those annoying furballs are taking up space by hunting in what is rightfully Windclan lands,"
"Yes…. Off course," Swallowwing replied knowing when to back down. Yellowstar grinned he liked that about her. But then again he kind of had to like her she was after all his mate. Though he could tell she didn't like him too much, but she didn't have to she just had to obey him.
"I'll be leading a hunting patrol, is that ok," she said turning around.
"Of course my dear," he smoothly replied.
"All right I'll see you later, Oh and buy the way," she said turning her head around to look at him "I'm pregnant," She walked off. Yellowstar nodded slowly then began grooming his other paw.
