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Crowfoot purred as his brother had woken up, and he'd already turned his head towards the den's entrance once the wake-up call was complete. Today would be a busy day, not that his regular days weren't. Hunting was too enjoyable for Crowfoot for him to consider it a hardship, but the strenuous means he took to hunt did leave his muscles aching at the end of the day. It seemed as if his brother would be along for the hunt, too. The tom narrowed his eyes at his brother, still smiling. "Nonsense. I'll be spending time with a precious molly, today," he teased back, swishing his fluffy black tail over his newly-standing littermate.

"And I hope this molly is ready for some exercise. I was planning on some hunting today." With those words, Crowfoot began to pad out of the den, tail flicking rhythmically as he beckoned Dogcry to follow him out to the clearing.