Oakwhisker sat picking a mouse to nothing. Sighing he looked up "Where are you Sweetleaves ? " he cried out fumbling the Shecat's name.
Sweetleaves stuttered "Siblings ? Oh sorry! Willowheart and I aren't littermates! We're just really good friends!" Sweetleaves then stuttered "D-do you want to hunt with me ?" quickly she smiled hopefully
Willowheart had returned to camp with prey that Morning (?) Oak literally pounced onto her flooding her with questions "Huh ?" Willowheart asked dazed Oakwhisker narrowed his eyes and asked again "Where is Sweetleaves ?"