Rosewood
The ginger molly padded out of the warriors den with a slight limp from just having woken up, a large yawn escaping her muzzle as she padded towards the gathering crowd. Curiousity sparkled slightly in her eyes as she sat, giving her fur a quick wash as she waited. Training? She couldn't remember any trianin- ohhh that was right, the fire drills Buckstar mentioned. Her thoughts were confirmed by the kit coming running out the den screaming fire. A small purr rumbled in her throat as she glanced around at the rest of her clanmates, wondering if anyone else was quite as excited for this as Swallowkit.