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    Copperpaw neared the mouse, pouncing, but missing. He growled.


    Thunderstrike smiled. "Good to know." He began to un-tangled his matted, grey fur.


    Silverblood groomed her beautiful, sleek fur. Its marbled metallicy reflecting the moonlight as her tounge glided over it. She looked up, her gorgeous scarlet eyes sweeping over the clearing as she sighed.


    G2g for a bit

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    What was this even- Hnnn...
    As the small bunch of twigs pattered down on him, he could only guess she had picked up on the loosened chink. Oh well, that was all fun and games. Childish though, really. standing up and shaking them from his fur, he gathers the twigs in his mouth, shouldering his way out of the warrior's den and approaching Blurfoot, gently setting them down. "I think you may find these more useful in your current activity, instead of using them for more," He flicks an ear, lip curling into a faint half smile. "Immature endeavors." The condescending hypocrite strikes again.

    Please don't bug me. I'm running out of places to put the bodies...


    "There's a hole on the other side of the den next to your nest, so you might find them a bit more useful than I will." She said, still shoving a few more branches and sticks into place.

    Please don't bug me. I'm running out of places to put the bodies...


    Frostclaw padded out of camp to follow Copperpaw's scent. He watched him miss the mouse, eyes wide to see what the apprentice would do next.


    Syrus moved to his other side, grooming Thunderstrike' s neck.


    Firebrand smiled slightly, eyes flicking to Silverblood's once more before he turned and disappeared into his den.

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    He glares at her for a split second, before taking the twigs back in his mouth. "Very well. I appreciate you informing me of this." He murmurs, stalking away to fix the hole, tail flicking.

    Please don't bug me. I'm running out of places to put the bodies...


    She didn't react until he was inside the den, then grinned slightly.

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    Nietzsche, spotting the small area where the wall had given -some cat had probably had a restless night and rolled into it - got to work on weaving the twigs. He lifts the portion that had fallen away, reinforcing it with the new twigs and delicately pressing everything back into place.

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    Silverblood sits outside the warriors' den, blinking her beautiful scarlet eyes. She began to wonder what Firebrand was talking about with the other warrior when he glanced towards her for a split second. She shrugged and began to groom her pelt, making it gleam gorgeously in the rising moon.


    Copperpaw growled, leaping once again at the fleeing mouse, landing on it swiftly, breaking its back. He grinned triumphantly, burrying it and bounding off into the undergrowth, following a rabbit scent.


    Lightningstrike smiled at Syrus, blushing a little too. "Thanks." He mewed and untangled a few knots off his leg.

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    He prods the patched area, pleased with himself. "Yes," He replies in the same usual aloof tone. He adjusts a twig a tad so that it isn't jutting out as much, and wanders back out to sit in front of the den, chin raised and golden eyes boredly grazing over every cat in the clearing.

    Please don't bug me. I'm running out of places to put the bodies...


    Blurfoot nodded. "Good." She grunted as she rammed her shoulder into a heavy branch, growling when it finally snapped into place.

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    “Before there is peace, blood will spill blood, and the lake will run red.”
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    IC:Whitefang looked up, then down at the pool. "A courageous leader!"

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    This is getting tiresome.
    Alright. Now, the seal brown tom finally decided, it was time to hunt. It didn't matter if the pile required a re-stock, it didn't matter that there were already cats hunting. Nietzsche stands, padding out of the camp with his gaze fixed ahead.

    Please don't bug me. I'm running out of places to put the bodies...


    Bluesmoke smiled, glad that Whitefang seemed to like the clan so far.


    Firebrand stood, excusing himself and walking into his den. Redflame grinned at the warriors around him, then he trotted over to Silverstripe. "Can you believe it? I'm a Warrior!"

    Please don't bug me. I'm running out of places to put the bodies...


    Blurfoot watched him pad out, then shrugged. She looked over as Firebrand padded into his den and she blinked as his tail flicked at her and Frostclaw. She frowned, then followed the white tom into their leader's den.

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    Stalking through the forest, Nietzsche keeps his ears perked, nose lowered to the ground. Padding silently, as he usually did, the golden eyed male eventually picks up the scent of a bird. Pupils dilating, he follows the trail, soon catching sight of white feathers. How odd, a dove. Prey, however, was prey, no matter what. Making sure he was downwind of the bird, he paces forward, pausing and bunching up his haunches. With a swift pounce, his paws slamming down on it's wings, he nips the spine between his teeth. Grabbing it by the wing, he buries it securely beneath a clump of leaves, continuing his hunt.