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tom β’ twenty three moons β’ warrior β’ in sageclan camp β’ open
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tom β’ twenty three moons β’ warrior β’ in sageclan camp β’ open
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- Cownose wasn't one to wake early. Morning patrols were definitely not a part of his ideal agenda, but nevertheless, it's what his duty as a warrior was. The tom let his eyes blink open just as the sun began creeping through the den's entrance. It was far too early to get up, he thought to himself, letting out a grumble as he rolled over onto his side. Glancing around the other sleeping bodies, he accidentally made eye contact with Emberblaze, who similarly seemed unwilling to leave his nest. Cownose, exaggeratedly, let out a sigh as he rose to his paws, shaking free the stray moss that had clung onto his long pelt. He stretched his limbs as he made his way out into the clearing, taking a seat in a patch of flattened grass illuminated by sunlight. Several cats had already begun gathering together, he noticed, and kept watch of Lilystar to await any patrol announcements. Then, the spotted tom got to work on grooming. It was a hassle having a coat as long as his, for it required many minutes to untangle the gnarls of his fur that had collected during his slumber. At least he had a bit of time before the morning patrols would be let out to do his business.
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tom β’ eleven moons β’ kittypet β’ in twolegplace β’ open
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tom β’ eleven moons β’ kittypet β’ in twolegplace β’ open
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- The kittypet had enjoyed his breakfast of .. something ... before his twoleg left the nest, just as it did every day. Bingsu never felt lonely being by himself in the large place, as it meant he finally had an opportunity to explore. He headed out the cat-flap into the garden, and leapt onto the top of the fence surrounding his nest. The other side of the fence was so intriguing to the young cat - he had explored beyond the yard plenty of times but the forest seemed to change every time he explored. Though, he'd yet to stumble upon the wild cats that he heard in stories. Supposedly they ate bugs and fought each other, which didn't seem like an ideal style of living to Bingsu. He was perfectly content with the twoleg pebbles he was fed and the soft nests he slept on, and definitely appreciated not having to eat bugs. Bingsu let a morning yawn escape his maw before settling down on the top of the fence, waiting for his other kittypet friends to join him.
