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Hanukkah Hawkice
[For Lynxpaw]
Foxpaw felt like attending the gathering for once. She wasn't as sleep-deprived as normal, and she was itching for some action- not that she'd make it happen. The russet patch-tabby would rather just sit and watch the anger unfold, take in the view. With a barely muffled yawn, she padded over and sat down, not noticing that there was another cat in the vicinity until too late. Drats. If she got up to move now, it would seem rude. Foxpaw stared at the other cat, a Shadowclanner, by the scent. He didn't seem to mean, yet she wasn't sure how he would react to her attitude. Before the silence drew out to become awkward, she spoke.
"Hello. I am Foxpaw, of Thunderclan. Who are you?" Gruff and annoyed. She was trying to seem nice, but like always, it failed. Great.