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[sup]"Anywhere really." Bierce responded, smiling eagerly at the apprentice. The ragdoll licked down her chest fur, tail curled over her back and ears up and flicking. Occasionally, she shook out her pelt, ridding off the snow.


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[sup]"That grove of tangled trees. There's a chance they went there." The she-cat sprinted off again, kicking up snow as she crashed through the woods, trampeling ferns as she brought herself up a slope, and halted at it's peak. Below, the trees grew thick and together, and looked more or less like one massive tree.

"Oh no, Bearjaw's our deputy. Our leader is Russetstar, but she went out." The tom explained. Foxshade turned his head, ears flicking as he looked out into the woods. "I can go see if I can catch you anything. Its be no problem! I don't have much to do." He'd sit, tail curled over his paws.

[sup]"What we can manage to catch. It shouldn't be as cold as it is. Usually, it'd be warm and we would all look cat with prey. The tom was one of the few cats that were more thinner than the rest. Every scrap of prey he was offered, he declined. But he had gotten used to the gnawing pain of hunger. And he was the others had too. Foxshade would pad closer to the camp exit, and said over his shoulder "I'll be back in a while." And with that he slipped into the woods, a sigh coming from him.

Bearjaw dodged a nettle as she'd pad into the small clearing Russetstar and the apprentices were in. "There you three are. I thought you got swept away by the snow." The ragdoll shook out her snow riddled pelt, flexing her claws.

[sup]"Tch, not like there's anything too wake up anymore. There's two outsiders at camp. I think they're both staying." Bearjaw said, pulling herself onto the gnarled root of a dark oak. Her hard gaze rested on the Russetstar as she lay on the icy roots, thick tail flicking.

[sup]Bearjaw thought for a moment, before saying, "They seem harmless enough. One of them is expecting and the other is just young enough to be an apprentice. If anything goes wrong, I'm sure the clan can handle them." The ragdoll twitched his whiskers, standing up and arching her back in a stretch.

Foxshade scented the air, his feathery tail flicking. A cardinal.
The tom stalked after the scent and upon discovering its source, unsheathed his claws. And then he bounded forward. His claws were fast to hook into its wings and his teeth sunk into it's throat.
It was surprisingly plump. Just good enough to feed Honey.
And so he sprinted back to camp, dropping his catch at the queens paws with a purr. "Here ya go. I hope its good enough for you."

[sup]Foxshade felt his face grow hot. "It's nothing." The brown/red cat stood up, arching his back in a stretch and shaking out his pelt. He nearly slipped. The tom would lay down on his stomach, head on his paws.

[sup]"Thanks." He'd murmur, taking a bite from the bird. In a matter of minutes, he finished, the tang of bird still on his tongue. He felt like he hadn't eaten in moons. And now the tom was thirsty. Pushing a pile of snow into his mouth, the tom would let it melt on his tongue, swallowing it without a second thought.

[sup]"Its really just frozen water.. So, in a way I just drunk something." Foxshade explained with a chuckle, claws tapping a ball of ice. The long-furred tom rolled onto his back, reaching up to the sky in a stretch. "So, why're you in the forest, Honey?"

[sup]"Yeah, I can see why. I've been told that when a kittypet has kits, the twolegs take then away." His long whiskers twitched as he stood up, rolling his shoulders before sitting down and grooming down his chest fur, that was riddled with snow. The sharp tang of the snow still remained on his tongue, and he hoped he'd be able to wash that out.

"I'll take you to see the Warriors den." Cherrypaw turned around and padded to the Warriors den happily. She looked over her shoulder to see if Bierce was following.

"Which do you want to do?" Oakstrike asked. He had his own way of training and he knew it worked. He flicked his tail waiting for the apprentices response