Camp Clearing

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    Where the freshkill pile is, You can just talk and chill out. Or practice fighting. Be lazy if ya like XD

    Stormkit padded out of the nursery. he trotted over to the kill pile and took a robin. digging in he noticed it tasted funny... very funny he flipped it over and found maggots! he fell into a faint...

    Hillpaw was gouging out holes in his vole. It tasted fresh, like it had just been caught. The tom was ready for a break after his long training session with Hysteria. No cat ever sat by him while he dined. Just a regular day, it seemed, but today could be anything but. Munching on his vole, Hillpaw glanced over at a group of young, playful kits. It made him smile, remembering his youth. Stormkit had lied beside his robin. "Stormkit, eat your prey. You can nap later."

    stormkit did not answer just opend his eyes and stared at the maggot robin he has. "i-i can't eat this he said and tossed it away. His sister fangkit looked at him and said "what a waste of prey! i knew you were the runt of the litter but REALLY?!"

    HIllpaw frowned, he never did support Fangkit and her crude ways. "Fangkit," The apprentice needn't say more, his strong build was enough to send her scurrying away. "Are you alright," Hillpaw gestured his tail at the kit wiping his tongue off. "Be careful, look at your kill before you eat it."

    "ok. thanks hillpaw." Stormkit murmered then scurried after fangkit.

    Hillpaw sighed, and finished his meal. Poor kit, but sometimes you have to try harder if others make you look weaker... The tom outstretched, letting the sunlight bathe him from head to toe. The strong sunlight weakened as a shape covered it. "What the-"
    Screams filled the clearing. "Hawk!" "Protect your kits!"
    Hillpaw rushed to the warrior den, where his mentor Hysteria hissed. The hawk dove around, looking for a delectable kit for brunch.

    stormkit did not hear his cry. fangkit and stormkit were playing. the hawk dove for fangkit but dirtfang leaped at the hawk caught its wing tip and its talon. the hawk beat its wings and flew away. "DIRTFANG!" stormkit cried. "this is all my fault!" stormkit wailed and ran into the nursery. "you got that right." fangkit murmered and watched as the hawk carried dirtfang away.

    Hillpaw mewed in awe. A hawk, carrying away a full grown warrior? The tom padded over to the two frightened kits. "Didn't you hear? Hawk! You need to run!" Hillpaw spat out, although he was more thankful they lived then mad.
    OOC: Hawks will only take kits... they would have dropped Dirtfang...

    The post was edited 1 time, last by Moonhunt ().

    ooc: srry my computer crashed. i hand to get my laptop on the interent aging let rp aging... if you want to!

    OOC: Of course! ;)
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    Hillpaw yawned. He was tired of a long day, but the duties seemed to just keep coming. He padded over to the exit to camp. 'Might as well find something else to help with...' The tom's paws brought him right past the troubled kit.