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 Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2018 7:59 pm
 Dustfeather, by all accounts, was trying his best to keep it together for everyone. He went out hunting every day, straying out sometimes beyond the borders, in attempts to find something to hunt and bring back to the apprentices of the Clan. He had to do his part and today was no different. The moment he walked out of the warriors den, he glanced around at his Clan mates. There was Silverstreak, bickering with her brother. Over there was the medicine cat's den and there was the camp entrance. All of the cats that he spotted were thin and he was no better. Fifteen moons and he already looked like an elder on their way out. He swallowed and moved towards the entrance. He couldn't tell if there had been a patrol out already, but he didn't want to ask Sunseer about seeing if he could be put on one.
I'd only bother him. He thought and flicked his ears as he exited the camp. I'll just hunt alone today, I suppose.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2018 9:39 pm
 Perched on one of the high jutting rocks on the edges of camp, Thorncoat surveyed the land. It was late morning and the camp was alive, as much as it could be. The numbers of MountainClan were dwindling. Prey was scarce. Cats were lean, not in the way of being lithe and limber, but too thin, too tired, too little meat to their bones. And across the territory was just as sparse as camp was. Lett greenery, less prey. Less of a lot of things these days.
Thorncoat hummed quietly to himself, the ever present ache of hunger in his guts telling him to go find food. Alas, it wasn't so simple, was it.
Indulging in the view a few moments longer, Thorncoat spied a lone cat exiting camp. It was the main entrance, so it was doubtful they were heading to make dirt, so perhaps they wouldn't mind if Thorncoat joined?
Only one way to find out.
Light on his feet as Thorncoat always was, he was lighter now for the lack of mass to his body as he bounded down the rock and took a leap when he was just low enough that he wouldn't hurt himself. The descent was quiet, and very likely, an unpleasant startle to whoever he was approaching. just a bit closer and maybe he could identify who it was.
Landing with a soft thump in front of his target, Thorncoat found himself faced with- oh!
"Dustfeather, would you mind some company?"
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