Newtbelly - 13 moons - he/him
Distracted for a moment, Newtbelly surveyed the area. The Mourning Ruins were almost bustling, he'd never seen them like this before. Quickly he snapped back to reinforcing the warriors den, wary of falling behind (or his small moment of distraction being noticed)... He was left itching to see what was going on win the old camp, to see the twolegs who dare invade their territory - and he couldn't stay focused whilst he worried about their clan's leader.
His ear twitched at Lynxshade's announcement -
finally, a chance to help out properly. The tortoiseshell trotted over, noticing that Kestrelpaw was already there.
"I'm ready whenever." He dipped his head to the tabby. He worried for a second, realising the importance of the task, but tried to push such thoughts down.
tags -
@gs29513 Shewstep @Wingnettle Lynxshade @Hound Kestrelpaw