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Badgerclaw had been anticipating this meeting for some time. He had known that it would have to happen, because Greyleaf and Softfeather were so close. Of course he already knew Softfeather, them being fellow warriors and whatnot, but he had never gotten to know her, know her before today.

As her reputation had it, she had a discerning eye for which tomcats were worth her time and which were not. The lastest rumor within LightnignClan whispered that Timberfall was the tom that held her interest. As he recalled, the tomcat was large and muscular, with one eye and a multitude of other scars. Meanwhile, Badgerclaw, with his smooth pelt and not a scratch on him... Well, the two couldn't be more different. Timberfall was a fighter and Badgerclaw could pull his weight in a fight if he was fighting to protect his loved ones, but otherwise...

"I hope I make a good impression." He said to Greyleaf, happy that she had opted to join him. He wasn't sure he'd be able to make it without his mate at his side. "You did tell her to meet us here, right?" They were right beside the Fresh Kill Pile. Even with RockClan continuing to share their prey, it still managed to have a piece or two upon it. "Do you think she'll be returning from her hunting patrol soon?" How ironic, he thought, that Softfeather would be returning from a hunt, only to go out with Badgerclaw and Greyleaf. Still, the Clans needed to be fed and Badgerclaw was happy to have something to do with his paws when he met Greyleaf's judgemental sister.

Badgerclaw was comforted by his mate's assurance, but as he spotted the StarClan blessed warrior, pink markings clear on her pelt, he couldn't feel a bit of anxiety crawl under his pelt like fleas running through his fur. Resisting the urge to lick his chest, he watched when Softfeather came through the entrance followed by the rest of the hunting patrol she'd been assigned to. She lay the mouse on the fresh kill pile and then started over to where Badgerclaw sat with his mate. He watched as she approached and dipped his head when she got within talking distance.

"Good day, Softfeather. Thank you for meeting with us." He managed with a smile.

Softfeather had always been a bit jealous that Greyleaf had found herself settled with a mate so early on in her life. While Softfeather had been off trying to court any and every tom who could provide her with strong kittens, her sister had managed to find a single tom to settle with for their entire lives. Beyond that, Greyleaf hadn't even been announcing to the Clan of her singlehood, unlike Softfeather certainly had.

Yet, she was happy for her sister. Greyleaf was hard-working and compassionate. She deserved every kind word that was offered to her and from what her sister had told her of Badgerclaw, he was full of kind words and names for her.

How sappy. She thought as she looked at the tomcat with a discerning eye. But I suppose there are some cats who could find it romantic. And fi my sister is one of them, then I must keep my thoughts to myself in this regard. She thought before she smiled.

"Hello Badgerclaw." She replied, before turning to her sister, moving forward to rub her cheek against Greyleaf's. "Hello Greyleaf." She purred, before pulling back and looking between the two cats. "So, off to another hunt?" She mewed, before turning back from the way she came. "Would you like to lead or shall I?" She inquired, her smile plastered on her muzzle.

Badgerclaw wasn't sure how to reply. Was this a test? Did Softfeather find hunting back to back as tedious as Badgerclaw worried she did? He looked to Greyleaf for guidance, before mewing.
"Lead the way, Softfeather." And smiling too. Was that the right move? Thank goodness Greyleaf was so much easier to understand than her sister!