The light of day slowly settled behind the tall trees surrounding Thunderclan's camp. Settled outside the warriors' den, Elmstrike lazily pushed himself up to his paws as a cold breeze gave him a chill. With a yawn and a stretch, the long russet tabby let his amber gaze fall upon the clearing, where cats began to share tongues and a meal before the day ended. The large tom raised a brow, his eyes narrowing as his gaze landed on the fresh-kill pile. Stalking towards the pile, Elmstrike's held his head high as he walked, though his twitching tail betrayed his feigned confidence. Truly, he didn't want to eat alone while the others in the camp laughed and chatted, the warmth shared made the cold weather more bearable. Flicking his ear, Elmstrike thought of his brother but then shook his head. Probably too busy anyway, plus there's better company elsewhere. He tried to convince himself of this, and for a few moments doubted his inner voice before his eyes finally landed on the medicine cat den. He hadn't seen much of Echo since she was named the medicine cat... To be fair he hadn't really spoken to her much before. Haven't quite decided what I think about her, she doesn't even have a clan name...
With a breath, as if taking a moment to gain confidence, Elmstrike grabbed the biggest squirrel he could find and began to head towards the medicine cat den. Reaching the entrance of the den, the large tom gently dropped the squirrel at his feet before offering Echo a charming smile. "Hello," he started, pawing at the prey in front of him, "would you like to share? That is if you haven't eaten yet." Elmstrike stepped in further, picking the squirrel back up in his jaw before dropping it at the medicine cat's paws. The tall tabby moved his head back to see how the she-cat would respond, doing his best to make a good impression. I always make one. What's not to like?
E C H O
Echo had been sitting at the entrance to the den - her den - watching the other Clan cats mull about. She still hadn't gotten quite used to this life, and although she wasn't unused to living with other cats, she had never lived with so many. The camp was nice and it felt safe enough, but Echo couldn't help but feel claustrophobic in her den.
As she noticed one of the Clan's warriors seeming to come towards her den, the old, grey molly ducked back in, trying to pretend as though she'd been busy... organizing her herbs, or whatever she was supposed to do. As a former loner, she had keen ears and a sharp nose, but she pretended not to notice as the russet warrior entered. As he spoke, she turned and offered a wide grin to him, tilting her head slightly.
"That's mighty kind'a 'ya," she purred, giving a gesture with her tail for him to come in further. "As a matter 'a fact, I hadn't eaten yet, so that'd be just swell." Echo settled back on her haunches, her hazel eyes scanning over the warrior in front of her, squinting slightly as she tried to remember if she knew his name. She was drawing a blank. "I'm sorry, I'm not sure I know yer name. I'm Echo." One of her tattered ears flicked as she smiled at him, waiting for an introduction from him as well.