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Originally Posted by Rani
Crowpaw, once again, was taking a nap. Sure he had a nice warm nest in the apprentices den but the sun was out here and not in there so sleeping in the clearing he was. And sure he might be resting in an inconvenient place (the middle of the clearing square in the way of anyone heading from the nursery to the fresh kill pile) but cats could move around him it wasnt that hard. Crowpaw would wake up later when it was time for an evening hunting trip and he'd been doing battle training that morning anyway so it wasn't like he was being a slacker. So there he was, belly up to the sun and soft snoring ruffling his whiskers as the afternoon trudged on unaware of the machinations of any of his clanmates around him.
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Sparrowkit was bored. Again. The not so little kitten stuck her head outside of the nursery, fluffed her fur out, then shifted from a sitting position to a full-out, kitten version of a gallop in less than a few seconds. She shrieked in delight as she sped past presumably puzzled warriors and made a bolting beeline straight for the prey pile, oblivious to anything that wasn't in her path. Also oblivious to things that
were in her path, apparently. The bicolor kitten belatedly realized that she was running straight for a lump of fur, but made no attempt to change her direction. Who cared if she was gonna crash into it? The lump looked fluffy enough to not hurt. The lump would suffer! With a battle-worthy cry, Sparrowkit charged at the lump, yelling,
"Take this evil lump! I'm gonna defeat you!"