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Post by Cloudskip on Sept 2, 2017 17:34:24 GMT -6
FoxclawCloudskip sighed as she strolled into camp with tired eyes and two birds in her jaws. She had stayed up late to hunt, and it showed. She had some other prey that she had managed to catch buried in the territory. She'll have to go find them soon. The deputy had busied herself with work to forget her problems, and they were starting to lift from her mind. Cloudskip set the two birds into the fresh-kill pile and stared up at the sky. The sun was slowly starting to rise. Had she really stayed up all night..? The fluffy white she-cat gave her coat a few embarrassed licks and looked around. Was anyone even awake this early? A faintly familiar pelt caught her eye, and she turned around to see the senior warrior Foxclaw. Where the hell has he been!? It's like everyone was returning. Not that she was complaining, really. "Hey! Foxclaw, how are you?" Cloudskip called out quietly to the tom, a yawn following soon after.
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Post by Foxclaw on Sept 2, 2017 17:39:27 GMT -6
he smiled at the white shecat he felt bad about how he had previously treated her. "I'm great how are you and your kits?" he purred.
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