A quiet morning;

[Grimace]

» W e a s e l n o s e;;                            A soft light filled the cave, awakening a small she-cat from her peaceful slumber. It was a sign that patrols would soon be sent out and she had little time to embrace in the coming dawn before she would be on her way to guard her clan. She edged her way out of her nest, careful not to awaken the sleeping cats around her. Mornings were quiet and lonely, perfect for Weaselnose. The warrior licked the dew from hanging moss at the mouth of the cave before laying to bask in the sun's warming rays.

[Snivellus]

The leader picked up a fish off the kill pile and padded towards one of his warriors setting it down. "Good morning Weaselnose, want to share?" He offered. Usually in newleaf cats got a piece all to themselves, but Clawstar had noticed that the pile was still fairly empty, and the snow hadn't quite melted as of yet. Usually he would share with a deputy, or a senior warrior, and Weaselnose was fairly young, but he didn't see any harm since none of his closer clanmates were around.

[Grimace]

» W e a s e l n o s e;;                          The little she-cat rolled over on her back to look at her leader upside down, exposing her white belly. Normally she would be disgusted with an offering or even an interaction this early in the morning from another cat, let alone a tom, but this was Clawstar. She gave her paw a lick and ran it under her chin one time. If she could sway him, she would be practically invincible in StoneClan that and he was kind of cute. "Clawstar, of course, thank-you! I would never turn down anything from you~" she purred softly to the white tom, rolling over and sitting up on her haunches. She wrapped her tail around her paws, looking away from the tom as if she were blushing. "But I insist you have the first bites."

[Snivellus]

Clawstar, despite being a cat most would consider wise, was happily oblivious to the world of she-cats and their ways. He had never been interested in that sort of thing, so he tended not to notice. He purred and settled down next to Weaselnose taking a bite from his fish, as she had asked. "Have patrols been going well for you Weaselnose?" He knew there hadn't been any border trouble recently, at least not for his own clan. Prey was scarce and the snow was still heavy but there was nothing to be done about that.

[Grimace]

» W e a s e l n o s e;;                          Weaselnose crouched next to her leader, taking a small bite from his fish. Patrols were the last thing on her mind but she gave in to his questions. "Well, the worst is definitely out of the way. Patrols have been normal thus far; the other clans seem to be quiet. Once we get out of this horrid weather, I fear we will have to keep close eyes on our borders." The talk of duties had spoiled her appetite and she quickly pulled herself into a sitting position, beginning to groom her fur.

[Snivellus]

He leaned and took another small bite, swallowing before looking back towards the she-cat. Noticing that she wasn't interested he continued to eat the fish by himself. "StoneClan seems to have very little trouble, the mountains keep most cats away." It would be hard for the other cats to hunt and fight somewhere so unfamiliar to them, so strange.  Finishing the fish and swiping a tongue around his jaw he glanced up at Weaselnose, "was there anything else you wanted to discuss?" He mewed.