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She stretched with a graceful wave of her tail, a yawn pulling her maw open wide. her claws dug deep into the ground below her and she sniffed once her eyes blinked open once more. Cherryfrost had been resting in the territory, but she had grown bored and was aching to annoy someone. Her ears perked, listening for someone nearby, but all she heard was the sound of wind whistling in her ears and her heart beating. Of course, she knew that she couldn't have been the only feline out in the territory, and with a sigh, she stood to begin walking around. Her paws pattered against the ground, a gentle tapping to her ears as she made her way on an expedition to find another Clanmate.
Cherryfrost contemplated going to the border between WindClan and RiverClan and defying all senses of logic. But she decided not to, as it'd use too much effort and she'd be washing the scent of fish from her nose for moons. Her whiskers wriggled, snout upturned as she stepped through the WindClan territory. Tail swishing high in the air, the narcissistic molly frowned her way toward the common hunting grounds. Of course, she didn't go into them. Why should she let others believe that she was actually getting her paws dirty? So, she sat down, yawned quite loudly, and began to groom her pristine pelt for the seventh time that day. A mangy maggot must have heard her. She didn't feel the need to waste her precious energy any further, so she simply waited. And as she waited, she laid down, and took a short beauty nap. For the third time that evening.