Dying Lake

You trot over to Redpaw, ears perked. "Mind if I eat with you?" You mew, blinking. She beams at you, looking happy you've come over. "Sure!" She chirps, and you settle in next to her. You take a bite into the soft breast of the bird and tear away a chunk of flesh. The sweet, salty taste bathes your tounge as you chew, and Redpaw begins to speak. "I heard what happened on the patrol!" She mews between mouthfuls. "You're lucky. Me and Hawkclaw just did battle moves. But at least I got something cool out of it!" She exclaims. You relax into a laying position, blinking. "And that is?" You ask, quite amused. Redpaw starts to go into great detail about her battle session. You listen, nodding every once in a while. "...then Splashpaw jumped out, and I smacked her on the head! Then Smokyfang said we gotta stop training...but it was fun." You purr softly. "Sounds like it," You chirp. As she takes another bite of the bird, you reflect on your feelings about her.