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    A sleek frame stood out in the moonlight as Flya, wide awake, stared at the, rather low, fresh-kill pile. She picked up one of her white, dainty paws and gave it a swift lick before drawing it over her ears.
    "This simply won't do..."
    She whispered to herself, before sitting up straight and curling her long, fluffy tail over her other paw.
    "Anyone care for a little hunting?"
    The she-cat meowed aloud as her warm amber gaze swept across the camp, though making sure she wasn't too loud to wake up any sleeping Clanmates, that were taking a little brak from duties.
    But today, she was wide awake, and needed something productive to do.
    The calico had another thing in mind: she had been recently thinking about aquiring a mate and having a perfect, purring family.
    She wanted cats that she knew, and trusted, in her mini-patrol so she could confide in but also some complete strangers.
    Of course that would be hard, Flya knew almost everyone in Boneclan, only a few hours ago she had greeted Brightheart. A new Bone, that needed showing around.
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    [font=georgia]Naminé lifted her head up off of her paws once she heard Flya ask for others. "I could use some fresh air; I'll go hunting with you," the white feline meowed, heaving herself off the ground. The bone padded over to the calico she-cat, and asked, "Is anyone else coming?"

    Flya smiled and nodded as the albino replyed.
    " Yes, I think more cats will volenteer soon. "
    Flicking her amber orbs towards the she-cat then back to glancing around the camp for anyone intrested.
    Naminé.
    I know her but not that well    .

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]Cosentino entered the scene, forcing himself to put on a grin. Egotist was dead, and she would never return to play with him, or to see him take up the title of a Bone. It wasn't fair-- how you could be alive one moment and dead the next. It just went to show you how quickly life could slip away from your hands. You had to hold onto it and make the most of it.


    Still, he was in an okay mood. His leg had healed, and he had been named Hysteria's apprentice when he was promoted to Skeleton. He had confessed his love for Austere, and she had felt the same, but they had agreed to wait. Still Egotist's death pulled at his stomach. His first friend... his very first friend.


    "I'll come," the newly made Skeleton called after them. He had gotten no training yet, but upon remembering bringing home a dead baby badger with Austere, he was enlightened once more. "It would be good for me to take my mind off... things."

    A weak smile took hold of Flya's face: she'd heard of Egotist'd death.
    Pity flooded into her eyes as they met Cosentino's figure padding across the camp to join the two she-cats.
    Suddenly, she rembered what happened when someone close to her had died- she had hated pity and things being sugar-coated.
    " Congratlations on becoming Hysteria's apprentice, you lucky thing. "
    The she-cat fiorced a purr and flciked an ear.
    " Maybe a few more cats. We have enough for a small patrol but Cosentno has no training yet so if a predator attacks..." She trailed off.

    "I'll help you. I feel as though I could fight off a group of badgers right now." Came the half-joking voice of Lionstrike. She walked closer to the group, her stomach a noticably swollen. One unfortunate effect of pregnancy. Oh well. Might as well hunt while she could.

    " I hear you. "
    The calico glanced at the small group of cats that had volenteered.
    One more and then we're all set.
    The she-cat nodded to pregnant she-cat.
    " Ok, one more and then we set out to hunt and kick a**. "
    Flya purred gently.