Oakfur watched the dispute from the fresh-kill pile. His yellow eyes narrowed as he watched the two kits scamper off, and Lucidstar pad over to scold the warriors. He snorted, turning away with his lips drawn--thankfully the noise was lost in the wind as he got to his paws. Every cat knows Medicine cats are linked to their ancestors. He grumbled, padding over to Lucidstar. They could meet one of those shadow warriors in the forest for all anyone cares. "Lucidstar." He greeted once their leader had stopped on her scolding--making sure NOT to interrupt. Might as well be useful. "The fresh-kill pile needs some restocking. Prey's waking up at this point, too." He reported, torn ear twitching as it was obvious he was asking for a hunting patrol, though he didn't outright say it. Per usual for Oakfur. He also failed to mention how half of the prey turned to crowfood, figuring everyone would see for themselves.
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