Pastastaar

@redseraphimwings | Rosefire | Words: 835 @Pastastaar | Smokefang | Words: 754 Smokefang Smokefang had been spending the day hunting and doing daily clan duties that he had been sent on. The time was very proud of a bird he had caught and had planned on keeping a feather as a token however, once he brought it into camp the fallen avian had been guzzled down before it could even touch the fresh kill pile. Shaking his head fondly as he looked at his clan mates, he took the moment to sit back and stretch out his legs and let out a satisfied sigh. "This is the life," he purred contently as he basked in a ray of sunlight before spotting a familiar face from the corner of his eye. Skipping over to them with a bright grin on his face and a hasty idea popping up from excitement, Smokefang greeted and asked Rosefire if she would like to spar with him. So here they both were, preparing to spar. Smokefang stood there, all jittery with excitement but also nervousness because he just