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fogpelt
{ Tom, Warrior, 39 moons }
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The tom woke up, stretching his jaws into a big yawn. He shifted carefully away from where Fawnstep should've been sleeping but found that she was gone. Once a wet drop fell on his nose, he realized why. She must've left when she heard the rain start up. That kind of stuff always calmed her down. Fogpelt, on the other hand, particularly disliked water and everything associated with it. Rain was no exception. He watched as the stuff came down from the darkened sky in sheets and sighed as he backed back into the warrior's den with a curse and an annoyed grumble. No way was he going to go out in that.
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fawnstep
{ She-cat, Warrior, 39 moons }
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Yes, the she-cat had definitely escaped from camp much earlier that morning. Once she heard that first drop of rain she was up and out of camp, quick as a whip. It wasn't often that they got rain this heavy in MarshClan, but when they did, Fawnstep was the first cat to leave camp. The tortoiseshell was currently walking along the wooden path over the marsh. She wasn't quite sure how long she'd been out here, but she didn't particularly care either. Somehow, in the midst of all this rain, it jad managed to remain warm outside, so at least she wasn't freezing to death. The she-cat still wasn't in a particularly good mood, but she was marginally calmer than she had been when she'd gone to sleep the previous night.
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cougarpaw
{ Tom, Apprentice, 10 moons }
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Cougarpaw yawned and stretched in his nest. The tom laid with his chin flat on the ground and let a puff of air escape his nose, a small cloud of dust coming up from the ground. He was exhausted to say the least. He'd spent almost the entirety of the day before training alone out in the woods, beating the crap out of a tree that he practiced battle moves on when he wanted to be alone. Now his paw pads were sore and scabbed and would probably continue to bleed if he kept licking hem, but he couldn't help it. Tree bark was not good on the ol' paws. How would he train now? The apprentice stretched his paws out in front of himself and turned them over to look at the pads. He gave each one a tender lick before forcing himself to his feet and valiantly ignoring the pain as he slunk out of the apprentice's den, yawning as he went. Immediately he was soaked with rain. There goes my fur. He could already feel it begin to spring up and stick out at odd angles. "Great. Juuust great."