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    Finalstar gazed up and out of the ditch that she called home. The sun was barely streaking through the growing fog and the she-cat had to squint to see her surroundings. Her charcoal pelt was laced with cream paw socks and her blue eyes were diamond shaped. Her clan, Drowningclan, was as its name implied. It was a clan for those who drown in persecution and need a new start.


    It was about noon, as she could tell, and her stomach began to growl. Where was Electricityheat? Her deputy needed to accompany her if she was to go hunting.

    Silkpaw looks up inside the medicine den. He had awoken early today before the sun could even break the horizon. His thoughts were swirling about a dream he had during the night and it was troubling him horribly. He looks away from the ceiling, his reddish gold eyes on the entrances before he silently pads out.

    Marbledpelt yawned as she opened her eyes, blinking away the hazy dreams. She streached before padding out, it took her a few moments before she relized she was hungry. She noticed the fresh-kill on the plie was stale, she could hold off until a hunting patrol returned.

    ooc: Isn't it Electricityheart?

    Finalstar dipped her head back and smiled at her deputy. To the leader, her deputy seemed quiet and different. Why she even gave her the postion of deputy was still unknown to Finalstar. Electricityheart seemed responsible and reliable to the charcoal she-cat, but she wasn't 100% sure.

    "Yes, would you like to accompany me on a hunting patrol?"

    She nodded, "the prey on the fresh kill pile is stale." Electricityheart replied


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    "Fine then, come along."

    The sleek she-cat walked briskly through the heavy air and took a deep breath. Some scent was coming from the east. Finalstar flicked her tail and followed the scent trail.

    A cold breeze raked through Finalstar's fur and the she-cat shivered. Before her, a mouse stirred. Claws extended, the she-cat landed on the mouse and snaped its neck. She padded up to her deputy and buried the kill.

    "Smell anything big?"

    "Then go get it."

    Finalstar was in no mood for procrastination, she had a small and hungry clan to feed.

    The charcoal grey she-cat watched her surroundings and waited for Electricityheart to get the rabbit.

    Marbledpelt had been about to prod the other medicine cat awake, her paw was still raised. "Good morning Inkwing," she purred, "all the fresh-kill's stale so I didn't know if I should get you some..."

    "Ok then," Marbledpelt said happily, "do you know of any herbs we're low on."

    "Wonderful," Marbledpelt purred, "that'll help with kits!"