b. luelights
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The morning was average.
Light dew sprinkled the ground with a cool breeze to add to the calm serenity.
Leaf bare was slowly fading away. Good. He hated the cold. He preferred the warmth, and beauty of new leaf. Odd colored eyes flashed as he slowly entered the camp, coming back from what seemed to be a small hunting patrol of himself, judging by the scrawny squirrel in his mouth. It wasn't much, but at least it was something. The quiet tom then slowly, and gently placed it in the freshkill pile, making sure it rested on the top easily. It'd make a good meal for an apprentice, or a few kits perhaps.
The solid blue tom then turned on his paws, ducking down his head at the sound of other felines stirring awake. Dear Starclan, he hated being around others. It was just to show how much his social anxiety could get to him. How he walked away from others when they greeted him, or tried to start a conversation. The odd way he stuttered we he spoke. As rude as it seemed, he didn't mean to act like that. He'd simply been born with it. Even as an apprentice, he'd stuck close to his sister, although she was dead now so that didn't matter. The Thunderclan warrior then proceeded to sigh. He guessed it would just be like every other day.
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