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    ƈơʅɗƈʅʌɲ: "ƭɦє ɯɪɲɗ ƨƭɪɲʛƨ ơυɾ ƒυɾ ʅɪƙє ƒɪɾє αпɔ тσυcнεƨ συя нεαятƨ"


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    [font=arial]The early morning sun started to rise over the cream-colored horizon, sending ripples of tiny rainbows jumping across the flakes of snow along the icy ground. Rays of light bounced off of the glaciers in which the clan slept under, illuminating the caves and waking anyone who was still asleep. Sirenblaze stretched out her long, sore limbs, rustling her nest of geese feathers and penguin downy. Her jaws gaped as she released a yawn and exited the Priestess's den, gazing out across the tundra.


    Finny woke, curled between two of the glaciers, as is the life of a beggar. They have no nest, but still live within the clan. The red tabby tom peered out from between the ally-like crevice and eyed the others as they began to wake, slight envy and sadness drifting over him like a sheet of snow. Dragging his hind left leg behind him, the young crippled tom set out to hunt, as he has been practicing. If any of the others caught him, though, he would most likely get beaten.


    ƨɪʛɲ υƥ тняεαɔ.
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    [size=7pt]Opening medium blue-green eyes a grey and white tom began to wake up. His eyes narrowed against the light that poured into his den from the sunlight bouncing off the ice. Although he had to admit that the colors were spectacular. Slowly rising to his paws the Priest arched his body down into a stretch, curling his tail to the point where the white tip almost touched his nose. A hard shiver rippled through his pelt as he flexed his claws and began to fix his little nest of penguin downy. After this was done he forced up a small yawn the left out the den to see what was going on. Cats seemed to be waking up and he purred softly. To Shrillscream today would be a most excellent one even if it was only to him.[/size]

    The snow white and blazing ginger Priestess turned her face almost immediately to the sky once her vision adjusted to the morning light. A few clouds here and there, along with a single arrow of geese. She came to the conclusion that today's pickings would be good, and that perhaps there would be no arguments for the remainder of the afternoon. With her calm amber eyes gleaming, Sirenblaze glanced around camp and made sure that everyone was waking up.


    Finny lowered himself to the ground, his fur covered by snow he bathed himself in at the beginning of his hunt. Ahead lay a gaggle of geese, honking quite noisily and fighting over mates. His crippled leg swung forward slowly as he started to move closer, undetected by the patrolling birds. Unlike in the forest, there were no twigs to step on and no bushes to make noise against, so it was slightly easier hunting on the tundra. One or two geese flew off as the dominant male scared them away with fluttering wings, chasing after them. Now was his chance. As the male goose was distracted, the red tabby pushed himself from his hiding place and grabbed a mother goose by its throat, instantly killing it. Some of the other geese started to chase him, which was predictable. Finny scooped up two goose eggs as well as he start to run away. Dodging past a thicket out of the geese's sights, he dived into a snow drift and waited for the birds to leave before he wandered back toward camp.

    [size=7pt]Shrillscream stretched once more before he padded on. He felt like a small walk before he had to attend to his duties. His eyes lifted up to the sky and he blinked once before the bright blue sky came into focus. He tilted his head then nodded once to himself before he continued on and padded out into the open territory. He could hear a gaggle of geese making a horrid racket and flattened his ears against his head. Thoughts ran through his mind before he pelted over to see what the noise was about. As he crested a small hill he saw Finny pelting away with a mother goose and eggs. His tail lashed from side and he allowed a small frown to appear on his muzzle before he followed the poor begger. His steps were light as he managed to tail him and he slowly made his way closer before tapping him on the flank lightly with the tip of his tail.[/size]

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    The red tabby jumped, his crippled leg twisting awkwardly and shooting pain through his body, before he dropped one of the eggs and the goose, only managing to have the egg in his jaws. It wasn't worth the effort, though, for he dropped the final egg once he noticed Shrillscream. "Please don't have me beaten, Noble Shrillscream! I swear I would've put it in the pile!" He said with a faintly accented voice, his green eyes wide with terror and shock.

    [size=7pt]The Noble Priest tilted his head slightly as he regarded the other tom cat. His aqua eyes never lost the gently and caring look that were in them as he sat down and pushed both of the eggs and the goose toward him. Though he figured he could possibly get in trouble for this himself but he would deal with that later. His maw parted as if he were going to speak but he shut it just as quickly before he motioned with his tail toward Finny's home. He was excusing him and allowing him to take the prey that he had caught and eat it. With a white paw he scratched in the snow 'Be careful out there and stay safe'.[/size]

    Finny read it, his body feeling almost limp like prey's as the priest allowed him to go. "Oh thank you Noble Shrillscream." He said breathlessly, gathering the bits of prey before scrambling off, his crippled hind leg lifted off the ground, in which made him quicker.