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 Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2016 8:45 pm
It was a cloudy day, slightly rainy and foggy, but with an upward squint of her azure eyes Iceclaw could tell that it would soon be sunhigh. Everyone, including the deputy himself, had a little trouble shaking off their slumber this morning. Iceclaw herself was to guard the camp, and then at sunhigh go on a hunting excursion with her fellow warrior, Frostfall. The two were acquainted, but they'd never been close. The she-cat never resented the idea of making new friendships, though, and she was excited about the potential to get closer to somebody today.
She was built for darting and fighting, her claws sharpened for battle. The borders had not seen any skirmishes in a few moons, and Iceclaw didn't wish for this time of calm to break, but sometimes she wished she could stretch her claws a bit. Hunting was not Iceclaw's forte by any means. Fortunately though, if the cats were this sleepy today, the mice might be too. She closed her eyes for just a moment, reveling in the last warmth of her relaxation, before scenting for Frostfall.
She headed in the direction of the warrior den, not sure if she'd find him there. "Frostfall?" she called, flicking her tail in the slightest bout of impatience. "It's almost time for our hunting patrol!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2016 6:10 am
 Frostfall yawned as he stretched out in the warriors' den. The warriors den was still dark, and being on the evening patrol last night had stiffened his legs. He wasn't scheduled for anything until sunhigh, so he figured he could just relax for a little longer.
He gripped his claws into the moss, and shut his eyes. He could hear the songbirds flitting about in the trees above the camp. When he was an apprentice, he would often hear the elders complain about their singing while he cleaned out their nests, but Frostfall himself enjoyed listening to their voices. Some of the birds sang different songs, while others were almost identical. He would sometimes try to match the songs with the feather colors when he was out on patrol. He was pretty sure the one singing now was a finch, but his favorite song was the --
His eyes shot open, and his ears pricked towards where he had heard his name being called. Iceclaw was standing near the entrance. He wondered what she wanted, and right before the words left her lips, he remembered. "Ah!" he quickly sat up, flicking the moss off of his toes. "I'm sorry, Iceclaw," he apologized, hoping that he wouldn't be in too much trouble. He didn't know the she-cat too well, so he wasn't quite sure is she was angry or just a little annoyed. "Is it really sunhigh already?" Usually the light would be streaming into the warriors den by now.
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