Fight me for it (closed)

His stay at this place had so far been entirely too dull. With Thalia off doing her own things, the weird air between himself and the rogue, and the Windclanners doing... whatever they did, he had entirely too much time on his paws and nothing to do with it. Sure he could try to catch the rodents that littered the barn and sharpen his hunting skills, but there was only so much hunting one could do before the repetitiveness set in. It was eating away at his mind, and Sablestrike feared that another day of hunting might send him into a coma, which only made his next move harder.

The sun was high in the sky, which meant he should have been sleeping, but this would be his only time to approach the Windclanners. With eyes half closed to protect himself from the sun, Sablestrike made his way around the farm in search of either of them, or perhaps even Mistworm. He was pretty old, that meant he had to know a thing or two about fighting right? It didn't take long for Sablestrike to find an opponent, and it just so happened to be the one that he wanted to spar with the most. "Brackenwing," the tom called as he approached, "I've come up with a plan to help all of us escape from this place, would you like to hear it?"

Brackenwing had fallen into somewhat of a routine, even the scent of the dogs was slowly becoming normal. And that routine did not include talking to Shadowclanners, during the night or during the middle of the day. She tensed at the tom's approach, though he looked particularly miserable to be up and about at this hour. The bright sunlight must've bothered someone so used to living in darkness.

"Hmm, I don't know... It's nice to be away from highstones and an entire clan breathing down our neck." Brackenwing's mouth ran before her mind caught up to her, and she winced at her tone. "...Sorry." She muttered, "You're up awfully early, aren't you? Bored of this forced vacation too?"