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Tigerpelt padded out of the Warrior's Den, stretching luxuriously before giving her striped chest fur a few brisk licks to smooth it down. She sat with her tail around her paws, lifting her ears and gazing around the clearing, watching her Clanmates go about their business as she debated what to do today. She wasn't on any patrols, that she knew of, which left her free to do as she liked.

'Hm, to hunt or give the borders a check?' the young warrior pondered; both were tasks she enjoyed, and she never turned down the chance to run off any errant loners, kittypets, or rival Clan cats if they set a whisker over the Clan's borders. This was leafbare, however, and she knew prey was always in need. With a decisive twitch of her whiskers, she made her decision- she would hunt. But not quite just yet; she was uncertain just how many warriors were around to guard the camp, and so she got to her paws, moved a bit away from the den so as not to be in anycat's way, and laid down on her side, her tail tip twitching in the dust as she watched the entrance for the latest patrol to return.