round 2, the boys are back in town
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Beau
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ghostwriter
and now here they go out of town
Come to think of it ... Firesweep kept finding himself itching to move. Maybe it was the lack of a deputy channeling an obvious yet repressed nervousness in the clan, or the pecking thought that he was losing too much vigor, yielding to the cold and subsequent reluctance to expend energy (
and oh-so precious heat ). Either way, his legs are too long and his fur too thick for him not to be useful at a time like this.
And some capable fellas are joining him whether they wanted to or not. He'd do them a favor and make this trip as entertaining as possible.
Firesweep peeks into the warrior's den - the tip of his tail tapping in consideration.
"Eelsting and ... Larkstripe! I know you're in there. How 'bout a hunt?" Huh, what a funny sense of deja vu.