A Nice Walk in the Woods

Dappled sunlight shone down on the forest floor as Kestrelswipe walked through the underbrush. His tail flicked every few steps with anticipation--it wasn't often the clan leader took such a small patrol out. The brown tom had mentioned wanting to talk about something, and Kestrelswipe could only have a few guesses as to what.

With a small sigh, he decided to just broach the subject bluntly: "What did you want to speak about, Moosestar?"