Frog in ma froat (closed)

Sablestrike trotted through the thorn tunnel behind his fellow patrol mates, a frog dangling in his jaws. They had spent most of the night searching for prey, and while his companions had found plenty to bring back, he wasn't as lucky. Before the tom could find his way to the fresh-kill pile he spotted Hollowpaw's pelt. Sablestrike split from the patrol and padded up to the young apprentice, offering the thing in his mouth to her. "Have you eaten yet, Hollowpaw? I'd love to spend a bit of time with you if you can spare it." He hadn't been quite as present in his children's loves as he wanted, but hopefully he could change that, starting here and now.