[ @Rainquail ]

Buckstar trailed after Coldamber as they made their way slowly back to WindClan territory. He took a moment to take a deep, deep breath, savoring the chilly air and the sharp scent of leafbare on its way. He was glad for an excuse to get out, away from the craziness of camp. Everything seemed so crowded lately. He slid down on his forepaws, arching his back in a drawn-out stretch before slumping forward onto his chin. The grass tickled his whiskers, and he inhaled through his nose again. "Coldamber, did you know that grass smells really good?" he mumbled.

He rolled over onto his back, his paws in the air, and blinked up at Coldamber as she turned to him. "Uh. I'm not sure. I assume it's useful, if there's a lot of it? Honestly, I'm surprised there's any left, I would have thought everything Lionwhisker had gathered would be dead by now," he added, mostly to himself, then cleared his throat and continued, "Do you know what it does? I think... I think I might have to start learning this myself, for when Frostbreeze screws something up."