Bro Bonding [Semi-Open]

Waspstep sat close to the edge of the camp. The moon shown above with a few other clouds scattered around covering the random parts of Silverpelt. The warrior's family was mostly gone. He had his sisters and his father remaining. His mate was gone. His kits were gone. The elders that Shadowclan had were gone as well. He would miss the two sweet elders dearly, but they weren't suffering with bad joints anymore. The brown warrior let out a sigh unsure of what to do at the current point in time. There was no one for him to hang out with, his free time was normally consumed by his new family but that was gone.

As the senior warrior left his den with a large stretch, a familiar coat popped into the corner of his eye. Magpiewing had watched the lonely tom over the course of his life, but never had he once seemed so depressed. Waspstep was like his father, and even the black tom himself in ways. When surrounded by family and friends, the russet coloured tom was full of life. But remove them, and he became quite solemn. Nothing seemed to change within the three generations of toms.

Thankfully for Magpiewing, he knew just how to cheer up his grandkit. "It's a perfect night, isn't it?" With a smile, the black tom made his way towards Waspstep and took a seat beside him.

Waspstep looked out of the side of his eyes at Magpiewing as the older warrior approached him. The brown warrior picked up his spirits, he didn't need to act so down. The clan needed him, especially with Thrushstar still in power. "I guess it is." The warrior replied to the senior warrior. It was just like any other night in the land of the shadows. He didn't really see anything special about it.