Hemlocksight screwed up his face with distain as he lingered at the edge of the throng of cats as they mixed, ShadowClan and WindClan scents merging into something else. The idle thought of them fully joining forces and taking down one of the other clans tickled the back of his mind, but he promptly shoved it back to the shadows. This wasn't the time for such things, no, it was meant to be happy.
The tom sat there with a scrawny looking robin at his paws, his meagre offering to the grand feast. Alas, he wasn't a great hunter. Though as he looked at what the WindClanners had brought he couldn't help but feel his mouth water with growing hunger. "Why can't our lands have prey like that?" He mumbled to himself as he slapped his lips with his tongue.