Frosty, We Gotta Speak About This

Silvershade padded from her den towards Froststar's. She called her leader's name into the entrance through the draping of moss. I hope we don't have to punish Nightpaw, she thought. It was dumb but understandable.

Froststar looked up from the fish she been chomping down on moments ago to spot Silvershade. "Yes, Silvershade? What is it you need? We've already organized patrols." She called back curiously as she invited the deputy inside the comfortable den, decorated with shells.

Silvershade parted the moss with a paw and stepped inside. "It's about Nightpaw. She returned just a few minutes ago. She said she needed a break, it was so great there, and she only came back because there was no food. Frostleap and Redpaw are outraged because I cut her a break. What is your opinion?" She basically just let it roll off her tongue. She wanted it over with and over with it shall be.