Wandering about near the shoreline was mouth-watering with the size of the seagulls nearby. But Snowpaw knew how dangerous they could be. None of those nearby looked feeble enough to make for an easy meal, so he turned his attention elsewhere and noticed the torn ear belonging to Westerly. "Bloody hell, what have you been getting yourself into old chap?"
"Heh, crossed paths with that Pavon fellow, and found myself on the business end of a talon." While the cats liked Pavon, or rather, the small tasty birds that tended to gather wherever Pavon traveled, the feeling was not mutual.
"Hope you've at least gotten a mouthfull of nosh for your trouble."
"That I have, my boy; that I certainly have."
Out of the corner of his slitted eyes, Snowpaw caught a passerby apparently taking heed of the pair of cats. He found a nearby piece of string to start batting around, and taking his cue Westerly took to grooming himself until the human passed them by and was out of eye- and earshot.
"What's brought that bloke back to our corner of the world, anyway?"
"One can only guess. After all, I was in no position to chat."
"Well, thanks for the tip. I'll make sure he's not in sight before my next pounce. Take care, Wes."