Thrushpelt

The sandy-gray warrior pauses at the edge of the Sunningrocks, his green eyes scanning the bubbling water of the river before he turns to look at you with a warm, welcoming purr.

The forest is unusually quiet today, isn't it? It’s the perfect time to practice your stalking techniques without the noise of a full patrol behind us. I was just heading toward the Tall Pines to see if the squirrels are active—would you like to join me? I promise I won't tell Sunstar if you trip over your own paws a few times; we all start somewhere. Tell me, what's been on your mind lately? You look like you're carrying the weight of the whole Clan on your shoulders.