Stagthorn respectfully returned the greeting, a low purr resonating from the tabby's broad chest as he lowered himself into a sitting position as she began to speak, watching her face carefully as he wrapped his thick tail lightly around his large paws, nodding thoughtfully on occasion. Eventually, his face smoothed into one of rare, slight, enlightened amusement.

"Of course, Robinstar." He rumbled, dipping his head, before getting back to his paws, the sweep of his tail scattering the feathers within the fresh kill pile. "I'll be sure to gather a cat or two. As for the hunting patrol, feel free to take who you see fit, but make sure to take Gingerflame, as he's seemed a bit restless as of late." He paused, before adding. "I trust your judgement." Stagthorn meowed, with a final dip of his head, before turning away.

Birchwhisker, appearing from the Nursery, caught his eye. 

"Birchwhisker." The deputy rumbled, trotting up to the tom. "Robinstar has informed me that Ashpelt mentioned the possibility of snakes in the camp. Would you assist me in checking the holes blocked up?" He mused.

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Bluetail woke with a start at a voice echoing through the cave, lifting his head with a few tired grumbles, and licking a paw to run over his silver flecked muzzle. Sitting up, the old tom blinked at the blurry shape in the yawning cave opening, blinking until his eyes adjusted. 

"Ah, Eagleleap." He called, shakily getting to his paws. "Is your shoulder bothering you again? That was a bit of a rough wrench, y'know." He shook his head, before padding over to Barkpaw, nudging his apprentice awake. 

"Wake up, you dormouse. This'll be a good learning experience for you." He grumbled,