Yes, another drabble. FrostClan this time!
WindClan. The tom stiffened, smelling the neighbouring Clan. His fur stood on end. "They're over the border," he hissed. His mentor placed a comforting tail on his shoulder.
"Olivepaw, calm yourself. It's just the wind, blowing their scent onto our side." The two cats peered through the pine trees, seeing some WindClanians battle training.
"See? You shouldn't be so—"
"I know, I know, Patchwhisker. I shouldn't be so quick to jump to conclusions. Warrior Code, wisdom, patience, blah blah blah."
Patchwhisker shook her head, smiling. Headstrong little tom.
"Now come, we're supposed to be hunting."
Thought I'd capture a light little exchange between mentor and apprentice.
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Lightly, Clearly