Can i help you?~ (tom needs shecats

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    Rowanclaw padded to his nest, stepping on a tail or two purposefully as he reached his nest, curling down he let the tip of his tail hide his eyes as he closed them, trying to sleep as the crickets started chirping one by one slowly

    The small bodied cat finished her meal slowly, wanting to make herself look busy to any cat whom may have wanted to get her attention. With a grudging lick around her ivory muzzle, Cinderfall buried the remains of her squirrel, by now the sun was completely below the tree line. She shook her fur as she padded into the warriors den with a tired gaze, finding her own feather adorned nest and settling down into it.

    Rowanclaw twitched an ear, acknowledging the arrival of another cat, but kept his eyes closed and head down as he started relaxing more into his nest

    Rowanclaw finally drifted off into a peaceful, dreamless, pitch black sleep.



    Next day (unless you want to have a certain dream then state now, or wake up)


    Rowanclaw got up and stretched, most of the den was cleared out but a few stragglers were left, getting up he went and waited to be assigned to morning patrols, finding out that cinderfall was leading his patrol that included himself, willowbreeze, redpaw, and her mentor Archfoot, sighing to himself as he heard the helpful but pesky she cat willowbreezes name being listed. He looked up at the clouds as he waited for the patrol to gather to leave.

    Cinderfall grumbled awake, the sounds of the camp waking up reaching her ear fur. Resting the urge to stuff moss in her ears and fall back asleep, she stood and stretched until her back trembled and smoothed her face fur before padding out into the clearing. Finding a few cats looking at her expectantly she found out that she was leading a morning hunting patrol. How fun she thought, then peered around to see if everyone was there. "Lets try by the border with the twoleg place. No ones been there in a while" she meowed to Rowanclaw, Redpaw, Archfoot and Willowbreeze, waiting for any mews of complaints.

    Rowanclaw flicked his tail to signal he agreed and boredly looked forward at the camp entrance, letting his mind wander to the question of meeting kittypets while hunting, maybe sending them off with a scare or a good scuffle would ensure that its there last visit, snapping out of his gaze, he stared with half lidded eyes at cinderfall waiting for her to lead the way out.

    She met his gaze for a moment before flicking it away quickly. Twitching her ears she turned on her heels and started out of camp, running swiftly and quietly over the terrain despite her small size.

    Rowanclaw blinked once before bounding after her, his long,sturdy legs keeping pace with the swift,distant she-cat as he scented the air for prey even though doing so when running was not easy. prey scents flashed by and past him as he ran but he waited for cinderfall to stop and signal for them to hunt.

    Hmmm sure.


    Cinderfall stopped once the fences of the twoleg nests were visible, flicking her tail for the others to stop and she turned to them. "You all know this, but keep a careful eye out for twolegs. Their kits like to play outside during Greenleaf" she said, then twitched her whiskers and bounced off, scenting for prey as she headed towards the large patch of brambles.

    "Its like i can already hear there squealing now" he muttered quietly as he raised his head to the trees, scenting the air he picked out the closest prey to be a vole, quietly following the scent, he dropped down to a crouch as he got nearer.

    scared by the voice, the vole ran away before rowanclaw could pounce, getting up, annoyed he replied "That hasn't happend for 50 moons, besides cant you protect yourself?" he growled bluntly, scenting the air for more prey

    ROwanclaw prodded the pigeon back over to her "i can catch my own prey" he muttered, turning a back to her as he listened and scented for prey, but all he could hear and smell were twoleg squeals and stink..

    The grey eyed femme was too far off to hear their conversation, a whiff of Sparrow catching her scent glands and she froze for a moment to locate it, spotting it on the low branch of an elm. Prowling up from behind she stepped lightly until the last moment where she sprung up and swooped it with her black claws before it had the chance to fly off. Landing on all fours, she bit its neck and killed it quickly. As she threw some leaves over it, a soft sounding laugh caught her ears and she froze, head whipping to locate the sound, but saw nothing and shook it off after a moment.