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Queenie
Nightpaw let out a huff and sat himself down on a tree stump, unsure of what to do at the moment, his brother was busy, and he didn't really have any friends, not that he wanted any. The black tom shivered as a cold wind blew, ruffling his fur, more then it was already. He hated it, leaf-bare, he hated it with a burning passion, that and the fact that's everyone continued to compare him to the bitter winds and the awful cold, everyone except his brother that is. He lifted his silver gaze up, looking at the clouds that covered the sky, he scowled, hoping the cold and bitter winds would go away. He let out another sigh and looked around, pouting
"I might as well go hunting." he sighed to himself as he picked himself up with a grunt and landing elegantly, kicking up a littlewave2 snow. The black tom perked his ears and looked around, hearing pawsteps come closer
"Who's there?" he called, his voice wavering, images of Ratnight flashed in his mind, he backed up and unseathed his claws, ready to attack to one approaching, of course he thought this through and sheathed his claws
'I'm in Thunderclan territory, and close to the camp, I'm okay.' he thought before looking blankly at the cat that spooked him.