Grouseflight could feel the gentle night breeze darting about his fur, each huff trying harder than the last to disturb his fur in the almost quiet night. But nights were never quiet. No time was ever quiet unless if something managed to destroy everything. Which wouldn't happen. The sounds of the night were always so much more beautiful though... hearing the crickets chirp out their lungs or the tiny rustle of another night dweller.

He looked over at the frosty silver she-cat walking in practiced, mile-eating strides. The moon fluttered here and there on the she-cat's pelt and her paws gripped the earth steadily every time they touched the ground. Silverstripe wasn't exactly the greatest warrior ever known who could shift mountains and drink rivers in one gulp but they still looked alert. If only Grouseflight could just be as knowledgeable as them...

For a moment, the tom was startled to have the she-cat speak to him. The two cats had not interacted very often as she had probably been almost graduating her apprenticeship when he was born. That's a maybe. The tom sighed at the question. Of course it was all the right to business attitudes from the older warriors. But there was something on his mind. "Well I suppose I should tell you before the whole clan starts asking me." Grouseflight answered, knowing how quickly a single night walk could pass through the whole clan as a runaway story. "The other day, when I was fighting Fallowstar on the border... I feel like I let the whole clan down by retreating." There. His thoughts were all out now, floating in the air right in front of him. His tail left the slightest imprint in the path behind them, his eyes deliberately focused on where he was putting his paws so he wouldn't need to see Silverstripe's reaction.

It was such a horrible day. Having been losing against the ShoalClan leader after boasting about EmberClan's great and mighty strength... he should have beat the leader. Grouse'flight bit his lip gently, pelt prickling as he awaited Silverstripe's response.