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Frostmoon slipped around camp without a word, delivering as much prey and materials to her clanmates as she could. She had not seen her father or mother around, assuming that with their work ethics, that they were out wearing their paws down working. She smiled ever so slightly at the thought of her parents, before her face went steeled once more.

Frostmoon lifted her head quickly as she noticed the deputy approaching. She dipped her head lightly in a show of respect before she admitted. "Not great, really. But I wouldn't mind joining you for a hunting patrol, if you would allow me to come along." She offered, eyes flickering to meet his. She appreciated how hard the deputy worked, and how he did his best to fit into his new rank.

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(Hey Fox! I got plenty of cats open. Did we want to finish with Shade and Hornet?)

"Sunningrocks? Actually, that's probably the best idea. Perhaps the prey will have retreated towards the river." Frostmoon hummed thoughtfully, before she followed dutifully after the deputy. Inwardly, she wondered if she could ever have that kind of responsibility. Could she ever be as qualified as Ghostscreech? Or did she simply find him to be uniquely special? She shook the thought away, nearly scowling at how strange the intrusive thoughts had been lately. She would have to show him that she was a highly dedicated Warrior.

"Have you been faring well?" She asked, not the best at small talk, but finding it easier to do so with him.

(Is that for ice or for both of us? XD )

“I should think so, with everything you’ve been through lately.” Frostmoon murmured. “Having to sneak around to help Lightningstar return, having to organize the clan during such a raging fire. You’re not all that much older than I am, yet you have the experience of far wiser cats.” She admitted, leaping over the log after him and landing on snow white paws.

“That would be because I haven’t.” Frostmoon admitted lightly, before she grew steady and sure. “Keeping my paws busy is the best I can do for the clan. My mother and father already dedicate all their time to restoring the camp. It’s only right that I do the same.” Frostmoon explained, offering a small smile to the deputy.

“Either way, when we return, you should get some rest, maybe eat something before going back to help.” Ghostscreech said. He paused as he caught the scent of a mouse and flicked his tail to indicate it to Frostmoon.

“Of course!” Foxheart laughed softly, looking at him. “You have two left paws.” She teased him.

"Ah...You sound awfully serious." Frostmoon murmured, not wanting to seem like she was incapable of working hard, but also not wanting to argue with the deputy of the clan. She wasn't keen on being coddled, but Ghostscreech seemed genuine in his words. She supposed she could take a break, after they hunted of course.

Catching his tail signal, her eyes flickered over towards the direction of the scent. She glanced at him and offered. "I can drive it towards you, if you'd like."

Frostmoon lashed her tail once, before she slid quickly around the prey scent. Her paws were as light as possible, intense focus lighting up her eyes. No way in Starclan would she mess this up in front of Ghostscreech. She perked slightly as she finally spotted the mouse, clumped with soot but picking around. A good and fat one. She crouched low, before she darted forwards, scaring the mouse in Ghostscreech’s direction.

Frostmoon blinked at the deputy, shaking her head with a small chuckle. "I should be the one praising you. You're the one who caught it. I can see why you wear your name so well. I could hardly hear you, silent like a breeze." She complimented, before she flickered her eyes to the side with a hint of awkwardness. "Er...sorry. I'm getting a bit overexaggerating. Ah, good catch, is what I meant to say."

Forstmoon nodded once, though she stared after the deputy once he turned to move off. Huh. He had sounded a bit strange just then. Was he shy about compliments? She cursed herself for being so thoughtless. She must have looked like a fool right in front of him! She resolved to taking the hunt more seriously, promising to catch something to alleviate the awkwardness. She followed after the deputy with determined pawsteps.