Extend the Story - Add a Room

You decide that you ought to wait. Tigerfang would fret and go on and on about how Hawkclaw should be careful. After a bit, your mother stands, shaking out her fur. "Well, I should head to sleep," She mews once she's finished eating her share. "I've got dawn patrol. Goodnight, Frostpaw! Goodnight, Hawkclaw!" She mews. She brushes her tail alongside Hawkclaw's flank as she pads past him, heading into the warrior's den. Once Tigerfang is out of earshot, you give your father a quizzical look. "Hawkclaw...where did those wounds come from?" You ask softly. Hawkclaw's ears perk, and his eyes glitter with surprise. He looks away, at the camp entrance, then at you. "On patrol," He murmurs, "Me and Dustywing got in a fight." You wince at this news. Dustywing was Hawkclaw's sister, your aunt. When you were around two moons old, Dustywing declared she was leaving MoorClan to be a kitty-pet, under the name of Cocoa. "I didn't tell anyone, because I didn't want them to target her." He murmurs, his pale blue-purple ice eyes full of sorrow. He frowns, then looks at you. "You won't tell anyone, will you?" He questions. Your silver ears perk, your own crystal blue eyes blinking. You respond.

"Of course not; as long as you have something I want."