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Glimmertrace jogged into camp at the tail end of the patrol, having lagged back a little to catch a nearby bird. He was about to head to the freshkill pile to drop it off when Silverstar approached the patrol.

"No, there's--" he started to reply, then realized with a mouthful of feathers it sounded like he was just mumbling. So he put the bird down before starting again. "Nothing out of the ordinary, Silverstar," he answered. "On the way back to camp, this sparrow happened to land nearby, so I took a moment to catch it." He nudged the bird in question with one forepaw.

Glimmertrace nodded at Silverstar's request. "Sure, I can help. Let me just drop this off at the freshkill pile. I'll be right back." He scooped up the sparrow, trotted off to the freshkill pile, and deposited his prey. He took a moment to give his back a good stretch - it felt good after the long patrol - then headed right back to his clan leader. "OK, lead the way," he said. "Let me know how I can help."

Glimmertrace watched Silverstar start weaving in a bramble, then nodded and ducked around the other side of the wall. "Here, I'll help you with that one," he said, taking hold of the free end of the stick. He pulled it through, weaved it around the tendrils of the nursery, then tucked the end firmly into a thick patch.

While he waited for the next piece, he considered her question. "My future? Well..." he mused, trailing off. He thought about it for a few moments, then shook his head. "Nothing in particular, I suppose. Just serving the clan. Hunt, patrol, maybe find a mate someday." He shrugged. "The usual, right?"



(Sorry for the delay on this. I realized Sunday that the next con I'm selling crafts at is this weekend, so I've been busy preparing.)