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Originally Posted by Rainquail
Boulderpaw used a forepaw to pat Bloompaw's head, making the young tom grunt at the older she cat.
"I'll take more hunting, if this one insists."
Boulderpaw huffed in mock frustration, flicking her tail to his nose.
Bloompaw sneezed and ran a paw over his nose.
"Don't do that please. And hunting please. Can't do anything with fighting without, ya know. A fight."
Bloompaw shrugged his shoulders.
((Hunting))
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Alright, since you agree, hunting it is. Fleetwind grunted, before turning to make his way out of camp. Hopefully this would go well, and they could bring back a fair amount of prey. It wouldn't be a bad thing necessarily to get out of camp.