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Flintclaw

Thunderclan warrior - 22 moons - Massive dark tabby tom with pale blue eyes and a thick scar across his chest.
(Purrks: Killer Aptitude | Just a scratch)
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End of the day. Well, morning, really. Flintclaw always found himself on the morning patrols. He pulled a squirrel from the fresh kill pile and ate. Maybe today would be a peaceful day.

Finishing his meal, Flintclaw cleaned his long claws of all the dirt and grime that had been built up from his day so far. He was debating on going to cattail pond to relax, since it seemed like he could never get a moment to himself in camp.

Aaaaaand there it was. Another brat approaching him like he owned the world. This one didn't jump on his tail or politely ask him a question-followed by a thousand other questions-no. This one seemed to have woken up on the wrong side of his mother's belly.

The dark tabby looked down at the little kit, pale eyes narrowed. He debated on boxing the kits ears for the disrespect, but decided it would be unbecoming of a warrior in thunderclan. Was this his life, now? Constantly bothered by every kit in thunderclan? He would soon know the entire next generation at this rate.

"Aren't kits supposed to be sleeping in the nursery all day?" He asked. "Just as you need breaks from playing and listening to stories, warriors need breaks from their work." and dealing with kits... The warrior sniffed and continued grooming his claws, tail smoothly curling around his seated form.

@Solaris.