we fly [o]

Firepool sat contentedly near the entrance to camp, soaking up the beginnings of the dawn light. Thankfully, Greenleaf had not become so unbearably hot that the sun was to be avoided, and the constant shade afforded to Skyclan by their trees certainly helped keep him happy. He quietly watched for his clanmates to arrive for the patrol. A bit of hunting would be nice, and maybe if he were lucky, he'd bring home quite the catch. Maybe he could share it with Smokepetal.

Another day, another patrol.

Dawnfeather faintly remembered the green-leaf of her apprenticeship, a time so bitterly long ago that only the taste of it lingered on her tongue. Now she strode towards the entrance of camp as a senior warrior, grey flicking her muzzle yet not a trace of stiffness in her swift, sure step.

(If asked, she credited a diet solely of birds for her continued spryness- Dawnfeather was not exactly old, not yet, but still physically in the prime of life, somehow. She put it down to the birds- fur could hardly be good for one’s digestive tract.)

“Good morning, Fla- er, Firepool!” She greeted cheerily, dipping her head and flicking her cut ear at the slip-up. “Sorry- I guess I’m still waking up. How are you feeling this fine day?”

It was a fine day; everyday was a great day, ever since Beechaunt had come home. No longer did Dawnfeather feel quite as lost, quite as displaced among a Clan filled with totally different cats from her youth. Things changed, she supposed, but at heart the golden molly was still that young apprentice, curled up next to Dandelion and Olive, daydreaming about Beetle. Ah… youth.

[ooc: dawn doesn’t need the reqs lol but she does need to interact]