#buzzardpaw

"Mom was right, of course." Graypaw said, after he had finished his bite of his prey. He leaned a little bit into Batpaw, who licked the top of his head. His tongue was much more gentle than Daisyshadow's was, that was a bonus. 

Batpaw's paw was bound in cobwebs, but other than that he was free to roam around camp.

"Have you guys even met a patrol of cats yet?" Batpaw meowed, amusement twitching his whiskers. "I've been to a gathering. What about you guys?"

"We just became apprentices, that's not fair." Buzzardpaw lowered his head onto his bird. 

"I'd rather not." Graypaw mumbled. "Sounds like they'd smell worse."

Batpaw shifted where he was licking on Graypaw's back. Graypaw purred, and Batpaw grinned. "Got a good place?"

"It's hard to reach that part of the back." Graypaw defended, and Batpaw rolled his eyes. "Thanks, dude."

Batpaw grew quiet, pulling away from Graypaw.

Graypaw glanced to Batpaw, confused. Buzzardpaw tilted his head. "You alright?"

Batpaw's ears perked up, and he shook his head. "No! Nothing's wrong! Just-" Batpaw's face screwed up. "Ugh, whatever. I'm gonna grab some prey, too." Batpaw got to his paws, lifting his cobwebbed one in the air, and headed for the fresh-kill pile.

Buzzardpaw stared after Batpaw. "... hope he's alright."

Graypaw hummed. "What was that? Whatever." Graypaw turned to Buzzardpaw. "Can't wait to see if the smell is worse in person?"

"Starclan, hope not." Buzzardpaw laughed. "Batpaw didn't say anything about it. Maybe he's just being polite?"