Used To Know[C]

Sootstorm was on another patrol with a RiverClan warrior, a tom by the name of Rowansong. He was starting to get used to patroling with cats he had never met before, let alone know their strengths and weakness. It was up for both of them to tell the other what they could and couldn't do, what would be better or worse for them. If he wanted, he could say he preferred hunting mice than rabbits; they wouldn't know any better. Of course, he wouldn't sabotage a patrol like that, but the possibility still sent thrills down his spine. The dappled tom waited at the spot they had agreed to meet while Rowansong finished some other business he had to do, tail wrapped around his paws and head lowered to watch the grass shiver under his paws.