[Casual Scribbles]

Originally Posted by Lightpaw

Lightpaw smelled the air. "ThunderClan." She repeated quietly. She looked over at Mistpaw. "Promise you'll protect me, okay?" Lightpaw asked, half-teasing.

Frostedflight trotted up to the apprentices, one of which he knew had no mentor. "Lightpaw," he meowed briskly in greeting, "Mistpaw," he dipped his head to them both. "Do not attack unless we are provoked. No need to further the tension between us all." Now he turned to the untrained apprentice. "If you remember play-fighting as a kit, do what you did then, but with your claws unsheathed. You will be fine."