Mothwing heads back outside. She hopes her gambit works, and he calms down enough to get some actual work done after he expends some energy. She's spending so much time as a warrior, these days.

She glances at the lake, but she doesn't think Galahad is in the right mood to sit and wait patiently for fish. It's a little discomforting to think that he might not be naturally suited for RiverClan, but she shakes her head at herself. She'd made it in ShadowClan for a while, hadn't she?

"Let's see if we can hunt some frogs," she meows to Galahad.