A moon had passed since the last of the warriors who had been inflicted with snake venom had succumbed to it. Most of the cats had finally gotten over the grief, and even those who were still not back to their full selves were doing much better than they had been a moon ago. As the evening sun slowly sank down the horizon, a tired Kindlestar stretched as she approached the fresh kill pile, hunger gnawing at her belly. Picking a snake from the pile, she dragged it away, thinking of nothing more than eating and later sinking into the nest in her den. Work on fixing the camp back to proper living conditions had finally been finished, but the last few errands had been overlooked by her that day, and in her eagerness to complete the work that same day she had tried her hardest to endure the heat stroke sun, a mistake she had to promise not to make again to both her deputy and her medicine cat.
"Oh yeah? Well guess what you little runt! We have dawn patrol again tomorrow. Let's see if you still have any sass left in you after that."
The angry snarl made Kindlestar lift her head in surprise, and noticing what the commotion was, she couldn't help but twitch her whiskers in amusement. It seemed to be that Viperfang was once more having a row with Brightpaw, and from the looks of it, her daughter was not backing out this time. Shaking her head with a smirk still plastered over her face, she couldn't help but wonder if Viperfang really had been the best option for Brightpaw's mentor. She had hoped that his strict, oppressive nature would make her respect authority more, if anything out of fear... but it seemed to be that it was having quite the opposite effect on the young she-cat, and instead she grew spunkier each day. Still... that Viperfang was back to being his obnoxious self meant only one thing to Kindlestar, life was finally moving on for FireClan.