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    Shatterpaw followed after his mentor, bone weary and paw-sore. Heaving himself to the fresh-kill pile, he gratefully removed a stringy looking mouse and moved to sit next to Sleetfang, feeling dejected. However, even the stringiest of mice tasted amazing after such a long day. The snow was falling so hard now that he could scarcely see across the camp. This would be quite the storm.

    Lynxcalw padded in after Shatterpaw and also went to the freshkill pile getting a mouse. As he grabbed the mouse he walked towards Sleetfang and shatterpaw hoping to have some new friends in the clan. He walked over to the two toms and sat by them. " It was some day huh guys?" he said happy now that they're finally back home.

    Sleetfang nodded in agreement, "Definitely." He looked up at the worsening weather, "I hope this clears up soon, or we'll starve," he mewed, before taking another bite out of the small vole. "This Leafbare's been hard enough as it is without this storm being thrown at us. Just because we are from SnowClan doesn't mean we like snowstorms!" He then turned towards his apprentice, "Good fighting by the way, I'm really proud with your progress. And you coped well in the storm, perhaps a little better than me, I think!"

    Shatterpaw nodded, too intent on his meal to really bask in the warmth of Sleetfang's words. Lynxclaw was right. If the snow got too deep, the warriors and apprentices would be forced to starve to allow the queens and elders enough food. The thought worried him. With SnowClan weakened by lack of prey, they could be easy pickings for a hostile Clan.

    Lynxclaw agreed Smiling at Sleetfang's words. " I like the snow and all and I'm glad of being part of Snow Clan. But if this weather doesnt blow off soon we will all suffer." he said as he took another bite out of his mouse. He looked around the camp seeing all the cats of his clan walking around and mostly in their dens. Hoping that no cat would be crazy enough to attack in a storm like this.

    Sleetfang sighed, "Well, I have to admit, I like the snow too, but not what it does to our clans. But, this storm can't just be over our territory; the other clans must be suffering as well. That way, we hopefully won't be weaker than the other clans." The cat shivered, "I wish I had longer fur," he mewed as he continued to eat his vole.

    Lynxclaw smiled at Sleetfangs remark. He had nice thick fur fit for the snow of leaf bare. He stood up and sniffed the air. He loved smelling the fresh pine scent of his clan territory.

    Sleetfang glanced around, and realised the snow was beginning to thinnen out, but it still wasn't quite thin enough for the mentor to risk taking his apprentice out hunting again. "Shatterpaw, I figure you're probably pretty exhausted by now. There'll be no more training today, but you can go hunting for the elders alone if you like. How does that sound?" the tom mewed to Shatterpaw.

    Shatterpaw took the last gulp of his mouse, feeling strengthened by it. The storm still swirled around them, but the prey had made him feel stronger. "Alright, I guess I'll see you two later!" He stood and stretched, before bounding away toward the camp entrance.

    ooc > may not reply much anymore. got a C on reportcard. so i knda grounded.