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Originally Posted by Toodle

Gingercry sighed quietly. Leafbare had to be close to ending by now. Interesting, he'd never before given much thought or care to the changing seasons. The weather was what it was and he adjusted. But with his age advancing he was finding leafbare more difficult to cope through. He wasn't a cat to complain but the chill that had crept into his joints and the toll of less food on his body was slowly getting to him. He nodded, "Yes, good idea, we'll head towards the Windclan border." Gingercry was proud but not prideful and a suggestion was rarely unwarranted, especially in such a bleak hunting excursion. He would try just about anything. He picked up his pace toward the Windclan border but kept his ears and nose alert to any new signs that there may be some prey lurking.
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Pineclaw's green gaze glowed a little with the praise of his idea. He followed quickly behind Gingercry, the sooner they caught something, the sooner he knew Dawnstar wouldn't skin them. "The rodents and hares over there might be coming out for food, everyone's hungry right now," Pineclaw chipped in, though he assumed Gingercry was very aware of this with his experience. The closer they got, the more antsy the tabby tom got. His mouth was parted to take in the scents, hoping to catch something.