Talk:Warriors' Den/@comment-8723280-20130426035828

Duststrike padded into the den, his golden eyes searching for any signs of his mate, Swiftsand but the she-cat wasn't around. Setting down into his chest, he stretched his grey pelt out, him tired from a day's training with his young apprentice, Airpaw, who often gave snide remarks towards him but was a kind-hearted soul all the same.