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Holy StarClan… this didn’t look right. Pressing his lips together as his light green eyes were roaming over the toad legs he had put together. Tail tip twitching as he cleared his throat and gazed towards Hollowflame curiously. “Does it look odd to you?” He asked while his uncle arched a brow. “Of course it does. Wheres the rest of the frog?” He grunted while Mintstrike smiled cheekily. “She only likes the legs.” He hummed, his stripped tail lashing with thought while Hollowflame laughed. “Females.” Shaking his head slightly as he stood up with a grunt, walking towards an upturned root, sniffing before he found three small twigs. Taking the time to push two berries on each twig before bringing them back and setting them down with the frog legs. “There. Briarfeather always likes something a little sweet.” He grunted.
Mintstrike grinned at his uncle, his ears twitching with excitement. “Thank you, uncle. I believe this will work out perfectly.” Nodding his head as he picked up the legs and twigs, hurrying towards the nursery where his mate had been resting since her return. Thankfully his prayers had been answered, but the grace of the ancestors.. she had been brought back to him. Ducking his head, he walked in and smiled as he was immediately spotted by Mercuryrose. Purring loudly, Mintstrike set down the frog legs, softly licking her face to smooth the fur with his grooming. “A treat for my beautiful valentine.”