The Predator's Friend [closed to Cotton]

There was no doubt about it, Eaglepaw was lonely. She really hadn't any friends since she was a kit. All of the wrath of Starclan was being brought down on Windclan and all the clans since the most recent gathering and not many of the cats have had any time to make any friends....or at least Eaglepaw had not had any time to make any friends. All she did all day was train either battle training or hunting or patrolling or fetching moss for Aspenheart or Softpaw. Not that she was complaining, or anything. She was grateful for a chance serve her clan in any way that she could really.

She sighed and padded over to the fresh-kill pile. It sounded like she was trying to convince herself that she was doing what she really wanted to do. She picked a small hare from the pile and sat down under the shade of a gorse bush to eat it.

OCC: Enter Smallbean.....

Smallbean let out a large yawn. Another day, another round of patrols to go on, another wave of bad news. That seemed like all anything was lately: bad news. He usually just kept himself busy and our of camp by going on as many patrols as he could, and he was starting to get tired. Sighing, the small warrior stepped to the fresh-kill pile to eat something before he left with the dawn patrol. He picked up a mouse and looked around for somewhere to eat it, when some cat caught his eye. It was Eaglepaw, a cat he'd spent some time with as an apprentice and when she was a kit. It wouldn't be such a bad idea to eat his fresh-kill with her. After all, he felt comfortable with kits, or cats he'd met when they were kits. He padded up to the she-cat and set the mouse down for a moment so he could speak. "You wouldn't m-mind if i joined you, would you?"

Eaglepaw flicked her ears up in surprise as Smallbean asked if he could sit with her and eat his mouse. "Sure, I don't mind." she said really quite happily. She was please that any of her clanmates would actually sit with her and eat, even if it were kinda awkward.