Hunting Patrol

"Hunting patrol! Feel free to join!" Called Deerflight.

OOC: Shortness in a rush atm sorry

Oakpaw, who was staring in dismay at the meager pile of freshkill, purred when he heard of a hunting patrol. I can catch lots for myself! And the others, of course. He swiped his paw over his muzzle to straighten his whiskers before padding to his father. "I shall join father." He mewed casually, yellow eyes surveying his dad for the same look his mother had begun to give him.