Thistlepaw's Hunting Patrol [Closed]

Lionspark shifted on her paws as she waited for Thistlepaw, a soft sigh escaping her. Her ears were flat on her head, her tail curled around her paws as she stared into the heart of the ThunderClan camp almost lazily. Part of her didn't want to do this - she just wanted to remain in her nest but she had a duty as a warrior to take care of Thistlepaw's training...And perhaps the fresh air would do her good. She gave her head a shake, wincing as she swore for a second she could almost feel the pain of Bramblefrost's claws raking down her good eye once again. Yeah...Fresh air would do her good.

Small puffs of dry, sandy earth were kicked up as Thistlepaw eagerly skipped towards Lionspark. Training at last! Now she could keep up with the rest of her littermates. However, her jovial mood died down a bit as she caught wind of the somewhat forlorn look upon the older she-cat's face. Maybe she was just a bit tired. "Hello Lionspark! What are we doing today?" Thistlepaw greeted somewhat hesitantly, feeling a bit uncertain of the look upon the golden Warrior's face.