Ospreylight’s tail twitched as he walked around the territory. The sand shifted beneath his feet and the ocean blew through his fur. He purred with his head tipped back. The sound of something shuffling on the beach ahead of him drew his attention. His fur started to rise in preparation of a fight. He was not on patrol but that did not mean he would not fight for his clan. A low growl started in his throat. Milkweedflare’s patrol was not supposed to be out on this side of the territory and he had been part of Newtstar’s patrol. They were celebrating the octopus they had caught for the fresh kill pile.
Movement drew Ospreylight’s attention and he spotted oakleaves making the skittering sound across the sand. Impulsively he chased after them and caught them. His tail twitching as he held the leaves in his mouth. Blinking he debated what to do with them. After a moment he trotted back towards comp with his tail held high.
Froststripe sighed and lifted her head from the herbs she was sorting when she heard someone entering her den. She thought the day had been too quite. Rosechase had helped Ospreylight remove burrs from his fur after they returned from patrol but there had been no injury. Even the kits had been well behaved. Expecting an injury from the second patrol she was surprised to see the cream spotted tom walking into her den with some oak leaves in his mouth.
“I found these...and they made me think of you so um...” Ospreylight nudged the leaves towards Froststripe who purred before leaning forward and bumping her head against his.
“Thank you.” Froststripe sat with her back to the tom. “Help me get them in my fur?” [1 moon]