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Milkwing sat outside of the warriors den, carefully grooming his fur. Any other day he would've stayed inside, but he'd figured it was cool enough to stay protected by the layer of clouds hiding the nasty bite of the sun. He pricked his ears as Smokestar finally left her nest. It hadn't been a moon ago when the she-cat was given her name, and though Milkwing realized that this would mean quite a wait before he had any real power in the Clan, ambition had never been anything to get the best of him- he was proud of the she-cat, really.

Pinkish eyes narrowing, the deputy watched Smallwhisker strut up to their leader. He'd never felt anything but distaste for the foppish warrior, and contemplated getting up to hear what he had to say. Milkwing stayed put, ears straining to listen in on them.

Milkwing rose to his paws as his superior approached, dipping his head respectfully. "I'd be pleased," he meowed, before quickly adding "Although I've yet to go out today, I sent out most of the patrols before you woke and I was actually going to ask if you could pull some of the apprentices from their mentors tonight so I could bring them out on a night-hunting trip," finishing neatly, he dropped back onto his haunches.

"We can eat here in the shade, if you'd like."

Leaning forward, Milkwing tore off a small bite of meat, flicking his ear. "Well, with Minkbelly, Puddlepad, Sleetnose and Bunnyfreckle just leaving the apprentices, it might be getting crowded in the warriors den." The albino paused, racking his brain for a moment. "I'll get Nightfoot on that, later."

Responding to her question, Milkwing listed out his thoughts. "Tigerpaw, WIldpaw and Jaypaw are all far too young to think about full names- though I might ask Cloudleap if I could take Wildpaw out tonight, she needs training as much as any cat. I suppose we could bring Mosspaw along, too," he added hesitantly. He was wary around the rogue.

"Blossompaw is also a bit young- though I'm intrigued on seeing how Breezepaw's training is going along. His mentor was a good choice."

Milkwing dipped his head at her encouragement, continuing briskly. "Yes, let's hope not." Pausing, the deputy lashed his tail in the sand. As far as he could tell, there was only one or two foxes hanging out on their territory- probably run off by ThunderClan or having ventured in from beyond Clan borders.

"I don't want any more cats to be hurt than necessary," he started hesitantly. "Perhaps we could find a way to lead them out without going to battle- although, trust me, I don't fear a couple of foxes. If a simple goose-chase doesn't get them out of here, I can organize a patrol. Blossompaw has yet to see her first battle."

Shifting on his haunches, Milkwing shrugged. "I suppose there's not much going on in terms of the other Clans, right now," he flicked his tail. "The Lake is at peace, it seems," quietly, he added "For now." before brushing the small bones of their shared prey into a small burrow of upchurned dirt.

Milkwing nodded, flicking his tail. "You'll get used to it." Sniffing, he added "You'll be leading a Gathering soon, as well. That might help." Raising a paw to swipe across his whiskers, the deputy shifted onto his side and shrugged. "Well enough. If ShadowClan is well enough, then so am I. A bit tired, I suppose."