Along the way, Lynx bounced to and fro, stopping to paw at every pine cone or bug. Opalmoon honestly had no idea how the kit had so much energy, considering he hadn't eaten in, at most, a few days. The feline had assumed she would've needed to pick him up eventually, but at no point was he ever stopped for more than a few seconds.
Opalmoon told him a little about her Clan as promised, the light ginger ball of fur's eyes lighting up with wonder at tales of towering pines and cats who could blend into the shadows like they themselves were apparitions of the night.
Meanwhile, back in ShadowClan camp, Cinderstar began to grow anxious. His dark tail swished beneath him. Opalmoon, his deputy, had been out for quite a while now. Had something happened to her? It could've, what with the dog spotted near the border with RiverClan.
The tabby was tempted to send out a few warriors after her—Pondwhisper and Lizardflight, maybe—but he knew beneath all his worrying that he did that Opalmoon could handle herself. She was his deputy, after all, and for good reason.
He'd wait until sunset.
At sunhigh, a small ginger paw finally touched the pine needles on the floor of ShadowClan camp. Of course, like everything else, he pawed at them curiously.
Opalmoon behind him sighed with relief. This kit was an eager one, that was for sure. All the more reason he'd make a fine warrior.. that was, if he was accepted into the clan.