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Post by dreamthief on Jun 22, 2012 22:30:10 GMT -5
Frozentime entered camp after going for a walk. The she-cat was famished and felt as though she could eat whoe two-leg! She made her way to the Fresh-kill pile and stopped. There was barely enough prey to feed just the Queens! Frozentime glanced around camp before padding over to the Warriors' Den. She poked her head in. "Anyone up for a Hunting Patrol?"
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Post by Whitie on Jun 22, 2012 22:46:52 GMT -5
A long haired, brown and white tom lifted his head in a groggy manner, a yawn surpassing his maw before he flicked his tail. Elkpelt’s eyes shifted upon the familiar white she-cat. After sighing, the burly tom rose to his paws, out stretched his body, and then walked towards the mouth of the den, halting before exiting it. His eyes scanned the glistening white scenery that laid waste to the outside world.
“I’m willing to go on hunting patrol with you,” Elkpelt spoke up, passing Frozentime a glance before looking outside once more. His stomach felt empty and food was a top priority for the clan right now. Hopefully this hunting trip would prove more fulfilling than the last time.
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