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Originally Posted by Lonestar23
For whatever reason, Obsidiansky was tired. Again. This was almost a moon now that he had been tired all day... was there something wrong with him? True, he hadn't been sleeping very well. And yet he didn't feel stressed out during the day. The tom sighed, sinking down on the ground and wrapping his tail around his body, the tip of it twitching somewhat nervously as he observed the passing cats with interest. After all, the goings-on of the day were often intriguing to him. Another new member might be nice, that always made for an exciting afternoon, but he figured it was probably a rarer occurance. He'd never payed much attention as an apprentice and, as far as he knew, no other newcomers had come in this short time. Glancing around once more, the ebony tom realized he was looking more for cats that he already knew rather then making a new friend. Still-- if someone needed it, he would be there! That was what he thought of as his job right now. What he did in his spare time. But, everyone looked happy. Everyone appeared to be absolutely fine to him. Such a boring existence, just sitting around. And it was the heat of the day, too hot for him to go hunting out on the open moors of WindClan. He'd be burning up for sure. Probably get overheated and die; it'd happened before, and from what Obsidiansky knew, it was not a good way to die. So he waited in the shadiest part of the clearing he could find, which still had specks of light dappling his medium-thick black fur and making him feel even more warm then before.
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With ears pressed firmly against her head, and a sly smile perched on her cream muzzle. The dark tom in front of her was so ignorant... it was so satisfying it hurt. A small chuckle almost escaped Caninheart's smiling face. Perched in the darkness, her belly fur touching the grassy ground. Her emerald eyes watched every movement, finally deciding when Obsidiansky's head was turned toward two other smiling cats, she finally decided to do what she was prepared to do: pounce.
She leapt with all her might; Canineheart's launches reaching an amazing altitude. Her small pink tongue was sticking out in concentration, her smile still on her maw. "Gotcha!" Canineheart called in a hearty tone, a small laugh in her tone.