Lately, Wolfstorm had been rather absorbed in all of his work, ceremonies, patrols, and of course, his two apprentices. But really, it was a lot, and the weather was so nice today. The camp was full of life, everyone bustling around. The deputy was in the mood for a conversation. As he padded toward the fresh-kill pile, not directly beside it, but near enough, he smiled at some of his clanmates. Then he sat down, practically inviting someone to strike a conversation with him.
The grey tom could talk to anyone and have a good time. He adored kits, having a few of his own, and loved to talk with them. It was refreshing, being with younger cats. And of course, many apprentice es were fun as well. Even some warriors, although he didn’t have many close bonds with some, besides Violetbriar and Willowshade. Even an elder was good company, they had some good stories.