“I see you’re more accustomed to forest hunting.” Hawkfrost’s condescending mew made Leafpaw jump. She spun around to find the RiverClan warrior calmly watching her, his tail curled over his paws. “Haven’t you got anything better to do?” she challenged him. “Like hunt for your own Clan?” “I’ve already caught three mice and a thrush,” he meowed. “I think I have earned a rest.”
