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Originally Posted by Ivyfeather
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Emberpelt arched her back after stepping out of the warriors den. The air was frigid as per usual in leaf-bare. She let her light green gaze float around the clearing until it landed on the fresh-kill pile. It was disappointingly small.
She decided then to go on out hunting. She returned to the warriors den and called in, "Does anyone want to go with me on a hunting patrol?
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Wolfhowl slide out behind Emberpelt. Puffing out her gray and white fur she came to stand about a tail length from the other molly. "I'll go." She meowed. The formal rouge was very nice and it surprised some to learn she was a rouges kit and had not Clan jeans. Wolfhowl was raised by a molly by the name of Witheredpelt who was formally Cinderstep. Know Witheredpelt was an Elder but Wolfhowl still loved her and would no matter what. "Oh yeah, I'm Wolfhowl, I don't believe we've talked before." She added just remembering to tell the other warrior her name.
(Hope ya don't mind me.)