Yellowfang's thoughts
It has been two sunrises since the flaming apprentice left with the others to the Moonstone. His brother, Nightfrost, has been the one caring for her in his place. He does the same things as his brother and his eyes, which was icy cold, became a bit warmer everything time he greeted her.
It was odd. The two brothers were so similar yet so different at the same time. Firepaw's green eyes were always warm. Nightfrost's blue eyes were an icy blue, which stopped every cat in the clan from trying to speak to him. Only Lionheart, Whitestorm, Bluestar and at times, Goldenflower and Mousefur, would greet him and sometimes talk.
Thinking of the cat, he padded to her with a vole. "Hello, Nightfrost. How was hunting?"
The tom dropped the prey in front of her. "It was excellent. The day was sunny and the hunting patrol caught plenty of prey," said the warrior, purring.
"That's gre-."
"Nightfrost! Are you done or not?! Whitestorm wants your mouse!" yowled the deputy.
"I'll be there! Sorry, Yellowfang, I've got to go."
"That'll be alright."
Nightfrost nodded and ran to his friends, just in time to grab his mouse before Whitestorm can take a bite. Truly, so similar and yet so different.