Worrier Cats

Praysnipe shook out his long grey pelt, The fur floofed up, making him appear even furrier then he had been before. A ginger tom stood beside him, his green eyes shining in the gloom of the forest. Praysnipe looked at his companion, and spoke.

"Remind me Hirebar, why are we here?"

Hirebar shrugged, his muscles rippling beneath his pelt.

"I'm not really sure Praysnipe. Nothing I've ever done seems like it would land be in the Bark Florist."

Praysnipe nodded.

"I'm sorry Bandwarm went to SparClan without you."

Hirebar sighed, remembering the pale ginger she-cat.

"She was the love of my life. I remember when she was just Bandmaw, and she teased me about being a gritty-bet."

Praysnipe chuckled at the memory.

"Yes, Stewbar invited you into the Clan. You were just Crusty then."

They fell silent, and rain began to fall in the Bark Florist.