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[justify]track! I am deeply sorry for inactivity [/justify]

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=transparent; height: 1; overflow: auto; width: 465px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; color: default; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform:]Blackice's eyes opened slowly as Winterstorm pushed on his flank as he passed. He glared at his fluffy brother's back sleepily as he sat up, yawning wildly. The stripped black tom reluctantly left the warriors den and squinted at the morning light.

Winterstorm left the warriors' den after waking his brother up, heading towards the fresh kill pile. He picked a vole out and settled near the nursery entrance to eat, keeping his green eyes watchfully on the camp. Once the fluffy tom had finished eating, he went back and picked out a squirrel. He padded into the nursery quietly and dropped it by Moonshine's nest, where the she-cat was still sleeping, her side swollen with unborn kits. He rasped his tongue across her forehead to wake her up before he ducked out of the nursery.

Moonshine stirred slowly after her brother left and let out a loud purr when she saw the squirrel he had left for her. He'd been increasingly protective of her since she moved to the nursery and she appreciated it. She sat up slowly, leaning down to take slow bites of the squirrel. She looked up, frowning slightly when she didn't see Dovekit. She finished eating after a few minutes and then headed out, eyes looking for the kitten.[/fancypost]

Fawnpaw watched as Redpaw left camp and wondered when she could go train. She looked down at the mouse she was eating and took another bite. Maybe I could just go hunting for today... Swallowing down the last bites, Fawnpaw buried the remains and dashed out of camp.

Redpaw continued to walk over, scenting what was around him. He wanted to make sure his nose was still sharp like usual. Eventually he reached the training grounds and got in his usual stance. He practice some of the attacks he was taught like a back kick and front paw strike.

Dovekit after searching long enough she found a spot to sneak into the outer world. She looked behind, before lunging into the new world ahead of her. No one will stop me this time! She thought, remembering to check for signs of a patrol this time.

Brightleaf padded out of the camp to find the required herbs she set herself to find. She was delicate while she walked as she had to make sure she didn't step on anything.

Fawnpaw walked softly through the woods, her mouth open to catch an scent of prey. She smelled a blackbird nearby and crouched down. Slowly but surely, she made her way to the blackbird.

Redpaw closed his eyes as he focused on his objective. He wasn't going to go down in training. His mind was set. He practice for a bit on his own, eventually leading up to practice his strikes on a nearby tree trunk.

Fawnbreeze noticed a another mouse in the grass a few tail-lengths away from her. Quietly, she went into a hunting crouch and started to stalk the mouse. Fawn breeze took slow steps, and felt a feeling of triumph when the wind was blowing at her direction so the mouse couldn't smell her. When she got as close as she could to her prey, she pounced on it, claws unsheathed. She felt it struggle in her paws, until she bit it's neck to end the mouse's suffering.

The blackbird was pecking at the ground and managed to somehow find a worm. As it pulled at the worm, Fawnpaw inched closer and closer. Then, she pounced and nipped the bird quickly in the neck. It hung limp in her jaws and she buried it in a safe spot to come back for it later.

Redpaw continued to train til he collapsed from tiredness. He sighed as he clumsily got back up to continue, eventually to repeat himself. No, I'm not tired... He told himself as he got up again. I have to finish what Stormface started with me.

As Fawnpaw padded around the forest she stumbled upon the training grounds. Is that Redpaw? She pricked her ears at the familar scent. She walked into the clearing and saw him training. "Hey Redpaw!" Fawnpaw greeted with a smile.

Redpaw turned around to see Fawnpaw and flickered his tail in greeting. He went to hit the tree again, but just couldn't urge himself to lift his paw once more. He sat down and faced her. "You were hunting?" He asked as he believed to smell fresh kill faintly nearby, assuming it was her. You could tell he was training hard from the claw marks on the tree and the wood chips in his fur and everywhere.

"Yeah. I accidentally ran into here while I was hunting." Fawnpaw said sheepishly. "I caught a blackbird though." She turned her head to look at the shredded tree to the wood chips in Redpaw's fur. "Been training hard?" She asked with a slight tilt of the head.

A small she-cat kittypet walked down a trail. Her ears leaned down as she walked, she didn't want to run into anyone after hearing from her neighbor who told her about the wild cats.

Redpaw nodded quietly, he tried to reach and get the chips out. He ended up getting most of them out and faced her again. "And good job with the bird" He told her. He looked at the sky for a bit, seeing the sun still bright. Around afternoon... He thought. I'll continue my training then.

Fawnpaw reached out with her paw and brushed a few of the chips out of his fur. "Thanks" She said with a bit of pride. "I'm gonna be heading back to camp, wanna come with me?"

The she-cat then stepped over "Fateclan territory without knowing. The she-cat looked up towards the sky as her ears perked up. :"I wonder if my Twolegs are looking for me?" She asked herself curiously

Dunno what happened, but Stitches is one Fateclan territory.))

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