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Originally Posted by Mystical
Alabasterdusk wasn't a very social cat so the term "returning from a hunting patrol" wouldn't really be the right thing to say if he was by himself. The white fluffy tom was honestly coming back from a failed attempt at a hunt. He would pass it off as a walk if any cat was too ask him. He was a terrible hunter, and he didn't socialize very often so there had been no one to go with him so they could catch something instead. He sighed, and flicked his tail in irritation as he gazed around the camp. The sun was full over head and his usual shady spots did not appear to be as dark and calming as usual. To bad for napping it off.
Annoyed that his favorite pass time was no longer an option, Alabasterdusk began to look around the camp in irritation, there had to be something. Then his gaze caught on the fresh kill pile, he quickly moved his away from it, but only a little ways, he was to embarrassed by his hunting failure to look at prey. Then he noticed a she-cat sitting near the fresh kill pile. Snaiflower! She was one of his best friends, and seeing certainly made him feel better. Alabasterdusk padded forward, practically skipping in joy, and then came to a halt beside the she-cat. "Snailflower!" He meowed happily, his mood completely changed.
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Lost in her own world, Snailflower watched the tabbies and colourpoints, solid-coloured and patched cats file in and out of camp. Their fur seemed to almost end where another began, an unending patchwork quilt of cats. Her warm yellow eyes began to feel heavy and it took a rather firm couple blinks to get them clear again. Gorsebird's passive-aggressiveness in the nursery was more tiring than any hunt or patrol, she wasn't sure how Nimblewhisker or his siblings could handle it, or if they really did. It wasn't until a familiar white ball of fluff came up beside her that she perked up, visibly more uplifted at the sight of her friend.
"Hi Alabasterdusk!" She chirped, chocolate-coloured whiskers reaching out to greet him. Reigning in her paws and sitting herself up, she made some room on the warm stone.
"You seem chipper, did your morning go well?" Snailflower had gone out at dawn with the border patrol, but hadn't come across anything particularly interesting. Other than needing to mark the border with RiverClan, there wasn't a hare out of place.