Almost instantly, there just seemed to be a rush of cats. Glancing up, the deputy looked at Shadeflame and then at Lionstrike before his eyes swept over Silverpaw and Scorchclaw. "Greetings to all of you. And Lionstrike," he turned to the young warrior, at first with a slight annoyance but it quickly turned into what looked like amusement. "If you are so bored, there are always borders to check, hunting to be done, or if you're even bored enough, there's an elder's den that needs to be cleaned. I'm sure that Sagewhisker and Softwhisper would love to have new moss to lie on." he mewed before taking another bite out of the frog sitting in front of him.
Gingerheart suddenly began to feel a little out of place. Everyone here was so young compared to her, but she didn't really mind it. Young warriors meant strong warriors. She wasn't exactly old, either, but she was definitely not young anymore, but she wasn't going to give up her duties for anything. What was worse than having to sit in a den all day long and do nothing but gripe and tell stories to kits that barely pay attention? She enjoyed giving the elders company from time to time, but she never wanted to be one herself. She was going to be a warrior until the day she died. Turning to Silverpaw, she dipped her head back. "Greetings, Silverpaw," she meowed, not really trying to hide the monotonous tone in her voice.
