~Lioncrest~
Large paws padded into the vaguely familiar clearing as Lioncrest shouldered his way through the slightly unkept ferns and brambles that made up their old camp entrance with a pair of voles in his jaws. It had been many moons since he had ventured out to this location, but the feeling of *home* still permeated this space. This was his childhood camp; he was born and raised in this space... While the past destruction was still visible, (a piece of charcoal here, a scorch mark there) he knew it's walls and dens like the back of his paw.
Purposefully walking towards the prey pile, the large golden tom smirked towards a kit working it's way up the wall of the nursery. Some queen was going to have their paws full with that one, but hey, at least they were practicing their climbing skills early.
Depositing his catch, Lioncrest quickly turned and made his way to a sunny spot near the entrance of the camp. He had some bits of foliage caught in his fur from his hunt, and it wouldn't do to have them get tangled up through the rest of the day. No sir; he was a respectable warrior of Thunderclan, not some rogue who cared for nothing but his next meal! With a low, disgruntled chuff, the long-haired tom settled onto his haunches and began to methodically groom out his fur from tip to tail.
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