Chapter Twenty Seven

He felt a sense of pride surge through him as he returned to camp with a bundle of prey in his jaws. Earlier this morning, Hawktalon had sent him out hunting to find prey along with Feathermist and Shademask. Even Shademask, who was normally grumpy and annoyed with just about everything, was impressed with his catch. Feathermist had returned with a large squirrel while Shademask brought back a blackbird.

Flamestrike couldn't remember a better time for being a warrior. Greenleaf was in full swing. Prey was plentiful, and the Clans were at peace as far as he knew.

With a sigh of satisfaction, Flamestrike dropped his catch on the fresh-kill pile and started washing himself. Thorns snared on his pelt from when he'd chased a mouse into a bush. At least he was able to catch it with ease.

"You've done well," Oakfire purred as he and Roseclaw approached Flamestrike. He noticed with a start that Lilypool and Shrewfang were sharing tongues as well instead of tussling like they usually did. "I