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Originally Posted by Mumble
Ashenpaw was lounging in the shade on the outskirts of camp, his body leisurely stretched out. It was morning, right as the sun was rising, and he was tired beyond belief. All he really wanted to do was go back to his nest, but no. He just had to get because who knows why. He clicked his tongue in irritation, lifting a paw to rest his head on. The toms growling stomach brought his attention back to the real world, and he inwardly groaned as he noticed that the fresh kill pile was nearly empty, with only a few pitiful mice left. No sir, he was not going to eat that! For a moment, he debated going out hunting on his own, but the annoying calls coming from inside the warriors den interrupted his marvelous idea. Wow, what an idiot. It was barely even light out, and some mouse-brain was yowling loud enough for the whole clan to hear? Talk about stupid. Though...he did assume that going hunting would logically mean that he could scope out the best piece of prey, so he seriously debated tagging along. @ BreadTurtle (rose can bug him about going if you want haha) |
{I posted it in the den but I meant for it to be in the clearing for that little part! My bad}
RoseWhisper looked around for anyone who may have volunteered. "
If anyone wants to come, meet me at the entrance of camp!" She yowled and went to sit down at the entrance, or, next to it. She didn't want any of the patrols getting mad at her. {Open for any cats who are interested!}