[Kiba.]

@Undertaker @Kat

The forest was dark and as Wishingwell emerged with his clanmates into the faint moonlight he narrowed his eyes just a bit. There was an air of unease rippling around him. Twolegs. Vile creatures who think only about themselves and refuse to acknowledge anything around them.

His ears perked forward as his line of sight landed on Dawnstar; who had leaped up onto the barrier that divided his home and the unfamiliar territory. The tom took a seat and listened intently, his tail tip flicking side to side.

"Wishingwell stick close to Larkpaw, and try not to fall down any holes."

With that statement the tom huffed a small chuckle. Always a reminder to his name and how as a 'paw he had fallen into a twoleg well. "Of course Dawnstar" He replied back "I will keep an extra eye out to make sure of that. Larkpaw." Wishingwell turned his attention to the apprentice a few pawsteps away from him. "I want you to stay in my line of sight at all times. If you have and idea or a lead I will gladly hear you out but do not take off on your own. Do you understand?"

Without waiting for a response the blue tabby tom took a small step forward before bunching his muscles and leaping up beside his leader onto the wall. The warrior dipped his head in a formal greeting before vaulting down and landing silently on the grass below. This was it. Time to find his missing clanmates.