"You too. May StarClan light your path." Stoatpaw knew kittypets didn't really believe in StarClan, but it had become a sort of ingrained farewell. Bristlebush had been incredibly consistent about it.
It touched its tailtip to Jaywing's shoulder to guide him back towards the territory, giving the loner and kittypet one last dip of its head before carrying away.
"Just to make sure nobody goes digging it up." There was a prickling in Stoatpaw's voice.
There almost always was, a mild hostility, but this was ever so slightly different.
Recognition.
From where, Stoatpaw couldn't say, but it knew it was there and it didn't like it.
"Jaywing, we're done, right? Should we be going?"
