"No worries. I'm sure you two were just into your conversation," he replied to the black and white stripped tom. "Maybe..." The rusty tabby trailed off into a brief laugh when he finally caught on with what he was joking about. He twitched his tail to and fro, staring deeply into the sky still wondering what the she-cat had said to Lightningstar.
(Yes, they can start.)
Once the word 'dog' reached the ears of Duststripe, he whipped his head to his side and stared at the apprentice in astonishment. "Dogs? My goodness. I haven't seen one in ages." The first time the dark tabby had ever been face to face with a dog was when he was just a kit, before his siblings had come down with whitecough. They thought it would be fun to find the mysterious creature that the clan was talking about, which resulted in a dog chasing them throughout the territory. "About that nosy leader of yours, I suppose he must send out spies as well," Morningpaw joked to Duststripe. "Ha. It's possible, seeing as we can melt into the shadows, but telling you the truth might as well be some confidential stuff, huh?" He smirked at the silver tabby, flexing his paws. " So watch out...You never know when we can jump out and grab you!" He whispered, then playfully cuffing the she-cats ear. [\color]
