Sharing Toungues ( open)

Spotlake stretched forwards as she set down the mouse she caught onto the fresh kill pile. Letting out a sigh, she padded towards one of her clanmates, waving her tail. "Hey, is it okay if I sit here?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.

Downtuft raised his heard as Spotlake approached. A small smile spread over his maw, "You don't have to ask, y'know. You're family." The ginger tom mumbled. He shifted over slightly, to make room for Spotlake. "How're you doing? Things have been... Stressful, to say the least."

Spotlake smiled at Downtuft, before sitting down next to him, and wrapping her fluffy tail around her paws. "I'm sorry to hear that things are stressful. I've been doing... well. I've been keeping busy by hunting and helping the queens take care of the kits. " She said. "How's training Brookpaw? I know from the other that when she was still in the nursery she was a bit of a pawful." She softly chuckled at that last bit, remembering how the queens told her how sassy Brookpaw was. Maybe Downtuft knocked some sense into her.