Ask--Otterpaw

Dustcall's ears pricked up slightly, walking threw Shallowclan territory for some mourning hunting, his paws felt the mourning's dew hit his pads as he passed burly oak trees along the dusty path. His nose pricked up in surprise a strange and awkward sent, he carefully followed it and halted to a brief halt upon a small clearing, a puny looking tom was swatting it's creamy white paws at a scarlet red butterfly, the milky white tom's deep blue collar bouncing off his chest and in the air each time he batted into the frigid air. Trees danced in the gentle cold breeze, the butterfly's fluttering wings swatting along the sides of the unknown tom'

I felt my eyes weary when I opened then slowly, something cold along my fore-head, "Huh -- where am I...?" I murmured, "Oh hey mate! You had quiet a large knock out there." a cheery voice said, I glanced up, seeing a milky white tom. "I'm Timeward," he meowed, holding a wet moss and set it down by him. "..., Otterpaw." I meowed, shifting. "Ooh! Don't want to walk by the way -- you've got a bad shot on your leg." Timeward meowed, throwing a chubby vole by the wet moss. "A..., what?" I meowed and looked at my leg, dried blood around it as a hole was in it. "Yep!" Timeward meowed. "So, you like Squirrelpaw?" Timeward meowed at Otterpaw, I had b