Jaguarclaw gave her a small nod of agreement. Leaf-bare always seemed to be the season of tension. It wasn't surprising if wars broke out during that season. If a clan was weak and stealing, it makes them vulnerable and merely asking for a battle between clans. Pray that Shadowclan doesn't get caught stealing. That type of tension would be dreadful right before such a harsh season. "Agreed," he replied, his soft green hues sweeping across the she-cats pelt quickly before they darted away towards the slow shift in scenery. He couldn't help but admire the she-act mentally.
The tom-cat decided to reply a bit more. "As long as Windclan stay on their side," he spoke knowing that of all clans, Windclan seemed to have the hardest time in leaf-bare as most of their prey revolves around hares. Although he had to think of his own clan to think about. Prey for them would become more scarce and he knew well that any prey they caught now would be welcomed in camp. With this in mind, his gaze shifted back towards Marbledface. "Perhaps we could catch a piece of prey or two to bring back. That'll give us something somewhat exciting to do," he suggested.