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[justify]The light tapping of the drizzling rain against the plain grass stirred the large white tom from his sleep, what little sleep he was able to catch. He lifted his head slowly, opening his yellow eyes a crack to peer slowly out of his den. The early morning light was eagerly bursting through his den opening and he yawned slowly. Sunup comes too soon. He complained in his mind and rose to his paws, his back cracking slowly. He shook out his white fur and then stepped from his den carefully, examining the camp.
He sniffed the morning air and sighed softly, for a New Leaf morning, it was a bit cooler then he'd like, with rain to boot. Though it wasn't pouring the rain was easily dripping like a group of beavers had left a small hole in silverpelt. He yawned once more and stretched before pouncing away from his den. He moved carefully towards the freshkill pile, which was dangerously low and shook his head slowly before wandering towards the nursery where Dappleleap had given birth only the day before. She now lay wrapped around her kits and he smiled slowly, nodding his head as he admired the small black and white tom suckling her hungrily. She named him Whitekit, he'll be a strong little guy. He thought with a purr before backing out.
The Soar Clan leader made his way towards the entrance of the camp, missing the days when he could roam the forest freely, though he was obligated to serve his clan. He sighed and paused at the entrance, gazing out into the early forest.[/justify]