"So your okay about it?" she asked.
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Desert yawned and looked outside his den. He found a squirrel scurring up a tree so he slowly stalked it watching it with every move of his deep olive eyes. Within moments he leaped up the tree biting it's neck.
He brought it back to the fresh kill pile and sat on top of a small tree.
"Good" she said with a smile smile, but then fading when she noticed he wasn't smiling.
"If it makes you feel any better, i'll try swimming, again" she meowed.
"Are you sure?" she asked, playing with her paws.
Bearcry nodded and stood, his tail swishing as he did. The sunlight was breaking through the treetops, shining down into the camp. The ground was speckled with different shades of brown and tan and green. Turning his gaze to Autumnstar, he bowed his head politely. If you need me for anything, I will be in the den. He padded off towards his den and slipped behind the curtain of pine needles, disappearing into the cool darkness of the den.
***
Stormstep watched with his ears erect, eyes peering and following every move. Where did this cat come from? He looked at the spot where Blossomstar buried the she-cat's collar. What a terrible thing to always have around your neck, thought the tom to himself.
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Jayfeather didn't have to walk long. Clove and Darkpaw were talking to one another in the brush, although he couldn't hear what they were sating. Just before he got close, the deputy stopped and smiled softly. Seeing the two apprentices reminded him of the time when he was an apprentice. He suddenly shook his head and turned around, thinking to himself They seem to be perfectly fine in each other's presence.
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Whitestripe sighed softly, looking into the lonely camp. Would there ever be any more warriors than him? Would there be plenty of kits running around, chasing each other, and apprentices being trained by their mentors? He hoped it would be in the near future.
ooc: Should we skip to the day of the gathering ?
ooc: Ugh, i felt horrible yesterday. I had a couple string beans, next thing i know, i was barfing it up -__-
I feel like a mess. Wicked witch of the west 
ic: Clove padded after him, she laid down next to him. Clove wrapped her tail around her paws, then laid down her head on them. She blinked at Darkpaw, the slowly fell asleep.
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Desert yawned tiredly then slowly padded into the deputy den.
Bearcry looked up at the dark sky filled with its thousands of stars. It was beautiful, but he couldn't stay underneath its magnificence for long. Tomorrow was the Gathering and he needed his rest. Turning the other way, the large tom padded into his den ready for a good nights rest.
***
Stormstep curled up into his den, putting his nose under his tail like he always does when he sleeps.
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Jayfeather trotted through the camp towards his den. He thought about meeting the other leaders and deputies, including the other clans' members. He stepped inside the soft den and had no trouble falling asleep.
***
Whitestripe padded into the empty warrior den. He sighed as he quietly made his bed and curled up in it. He glanced around the silent den before shutting his eyes and slowing drifting off to sleep.
Desert woke up early in the morning, excited of the gathering today. He padded out of his den and took a deep yawn, stretching out his front paws, the tiny snowflakes falling on his pelt and his nose.
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Clove slept on quietly like she was having a great dream. She snored a little bit, her nose twitching sometimes, but cutely like a kit.
Clove woke up very siddenly her eyes wide open
"The gathering!" she yowled, making birds fly away.
"It can wait.." she said tiredly and fell back to the ground sleeping.
"Huh?" Clove meowed twitching her ears and opening her eyes a peek.
"Oh right, the gathering..." she said.
She slowly got up, shaking off the moss from her pelt.
Bearcry padded through the pine branches that hung in front of his den and looked around. Tonight, the Gathering would be held. He couldn't help but be slightly curious about the other clan cats that would be showing up.
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Stormstep slinked out of the den, trotting quickly towards the middle of camp to stand in the sun's rays of warmth. His black pelt glistened and he looked around at the blooming trees and wildflowers. A soft smile spread across his lips.
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Jayfeather stretched all of his limbs and yawned a great yawn before slowly sauntering from his den. He glanced over to see Mossstar awake, and she looked happy.
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Whitestripe walked from the warriors den and sniffed the air. Winter was finaly over, and now, it was Spring's turn.
"Then it will be us" she said puffing out her chest, trying to look like a grown warrior.
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Desert laid down on the soft thin lair of snow. He wiggled around, almost making angels, his dark tail flicking behind him.
ooc: To bad Clove won't live for Summerclan to take over for the season hehehe