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Owlspark trotted back into camp with a sparrow in his jaws. Despite the constant rain, he had at least managed to bring something back for the clan. The tabby quickly dropped the bird among all the other fresh kill before moving to sit in a more sheltered area of camp, somewhere away from the drizzle. He shook out his coat, which caused water to spray around him and make his fur puff out a bit. With an amused chuckle- since the tom was sure he resembled a porcupine at the moment- he proceeded to groom his pelt back into place. Once he was no longer a disheveled mess, his bright green eyes scanned the clearing in search for a friend to talk to. Or even for a cat he had yet to talk to, as the friendly feline was always open to making new friends.