+ who wants to feast ? ( open )

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 355px][justify][size=8]Ah.


    The warm blood sank down to a lower temperature as the prey slowlly died out. The large, now official, ex-Thunderclanner held his prey by the neck. It was large and more than enough to have a feast. Well, it was a deer! He hadn't hunted in seasons, and thought that it would make a great addition to the clan. That is, the clan's fresh-kill pile. Not to mention, the antlers were priceless, very sharp too, so they could stab opponents.


    Roosevelt didn't want to gorge himself on anything too big, but he ripped the tail off and swallowed it. He was a hungry fellow, but he knew not to keep something this big to himself. He took the buck by the neck and started to drag it back to camp. The place where the tail used to be now was stained red. Yes, it was definently dead.


    No doubt about it.


    * timeskip *


    "Treski! Come look at what I found!" the bear said happily, jogging to the leader's den. "Come out and see. You'll love it." At the moment, the deer corpse was in a heap outside the camp.

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    [ooc] sorry fore the lame-o reply. I used up just about all my muse.


    Mosaicpaw padded from the nursery after seeing her kits, eyes flickering towards the bear. She was used to plenty of different animals in SnowClan, but she still wasn't quite familiar with bears yet. Well, first time for everything. Trotting over, she dipped her head in greeting. "Hello - I don't think we've met officially. My name is Mosaicpaw. I'm a mathematician."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 355px][justify][size=8]"Nice to meet you, Mosaicpaw," the bear said, wagging his stump tail. "I'm Roosevelt. I came from Thunderclan to protect Sunclan, Snowclan, Bloodclan, or Darkclan. I eagerly chose Snowclan. I'm a full-fledged warrior here now, and I'm not going back to Scorchstar." Roosevelt smiled at the queen.

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    She smiled, but raised an invisible eyebrow. "Do you mind if I ask, why did you want to protect us, and from what?"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 355px][justify][size=8]Roosevelt smiled at her question. "Follow, and I will start talking," the fully grown bear said. He started to walk to the entrance or exit. Whatever it was called. "I protect from other clans, such as Blackheart. I am here because Snowclan is one of the smaller."

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    She followed as told, unsure how to reply. "We're small? I suppose you don't notice when you don't see the other Clans. I don't really go to Gatherings, you see."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 355px][justify][size=8]The bear nodded, and stopped when they were outside. He pointed at the deer, which was freezing up. "Behold," he said, smirking. "And yeah, Thunderclan could easily take down Snowclan." He smiled.

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    Blinking in surprise at the deer, she opened her mouth to say something before he went on. Shocked, she glanced up at him. "Should... I be worried?"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 355px][justify][size=8]The creature shook his head. "I go to the Gatherings, even if much of Snowclan does it. I talk it over with my best friends about possible attacks. He's still in Thunderclan and I've known him since I was a cub." He smiled sincerely.

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    She gave a small nod, along with a warm smile. "Good to hear. And, since I didn't say it before, impressive catch. The Clan truly will feast tonight."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 355px][justify][size=8]Roosevelt nodded. "It's not that hard for me. I weight around a ton, and I'm the size of a deer," the brown bear said. "The antlers will look nice, too. They could be used at stabbing sticks or for display."

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    She nodded, padding forward to sniff it. "It's bigger than me... bigger than me when I was expecting." Her whiskers twitched at her own joke, and she glanced back at the bear, eyes filling with something close to sadness. "I didn't want the kits, you know. My mother cares for them now, and I am grateful - they were the result of many horrors. My darkest hour. Only one father came from love, though accidental. He's not even into she-cats any more."
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    [align=center][font=georgia][color=white]Maybe not the best moment for Playpaw to suddenly appear like this. "Mosiacpaw!" the Medicine Cat Apprentice squealed loudly, a blur of silver-blue tabby fur jumping out of the bushes. Playpaw aimed to lightly hit her sister's shoulder as she landed.

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    She let out a squeak in surprise, blinking for a moment before laughing and aiming to bat her sister lightly round the ears. "Hey, Play! I was just analysing a new hypothesis."


    Even if her sister could feel the emotions through their bond, she still didn't want her to know quite what she'd just said. Frankly, she wasn't sure why she'd said it in the first place. The bear was almost a stranger to her, and yet she'd just told him something she hid even from her sister. It was... stupid.
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