Larkcry leaped down into the Gathering site, whiskers quivering in rage. It had been nearly a moon since his friend, Flamescar, had returned to Windclan, but the one-eyed ginger tom still had not explained where he had been. And even though he kept apologizing, and trying to make it up to Larkcry, it simply made the Windclan warrior even angrier
The gray-and-black speckled tom snorted as Flamescar said, "I'm sorry." for the fourteenth-thousand time.
"Yeah, right," he muttered.
(Open!)