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Originally Posted by TawnyNeedsACoffee
A brown and white shecat sat in the clearing,sunlight shining on her pelt she gave a light sigh trying to get her small enjoyment of relaxation while it lasted. WillowMask hadn't seen or spoke with OakFlame for 3 moons now- honestly it made her feel sad and lonely.'M-maybe I shouldn't of lashed out that time...he doesn't show up at the border anymore...'.she thought this sadly but she shook the childish thinking away,she furrowed her brows as she mumbled to herself."We shouldn't be seeing each other like that anyway...it's breaking the code- even if we are siblings...". She made sure her mumbles were quite since she wouldn't want anyone hearing her own private conversation with herself- yes she found it weird to admit it.The Molly stretched slightly as her Hazel coloured eyes gazed around the sunlit clearing- her Clanmates were either busy running around or doing the same thing as her, relaxing.Her gaze drifted towards two small kits wrestling with each other and she gave a tiny smile- she found it calming to watch the next generation have fun without any cares or problems, they were in a temporary bliss.'Enjoy it while it lasts little ones...'.she thought this calmly as she took a small breath.
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There was a violent sound of bones popping back into sockets as Palefire stretched as he walked, emerging from the thickets which surrounded Shadowclan camp. He surveyed his surroundings with quiet precision; a pair of kittens wrestling a little too close for comfort, some tomcats or other spitting between themselves, and the odd feline scattered here and there. Gloomy sunlight fought to shed its honeygold skin on the forest floor, kissing the awaiting mouths of a variety of purple and pink foxgloves, purring and weighted by diligent, fat bumblebees. Palefire had just finished his morning siesta, and was impatiently pacing himself for a midday hunt. Cats are naturally solitary creatures, but clan instinct was far stronger here than wild blood, and he was considering taking a companion out into the woods. Perhaps they could venture down into the swampier derelicts of their territory, where he suspected, on a day such as this - hazy, sleepy sun, moist forest air - he might be able to detect the most delectable delicacy, and his own desired favourite; a ripe fat toad. He sniffed the air; certainly toad weather. Stopping to clean himself, for this was always an essential preparation for any hunting ritual, Palefire noticed he was not far from a brown and white, fluffy feline, who looked so deep in thought that no cat might be able to claw her out again. He side-eyed her quietly, undeniably curious, tail flickering as though to squat imaginary flies, as he worked a knot out of his bronze armpit.
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