**snowclan** DO NOT DELETE! Iwant this to be with me forever

[detective who.]

Swallowpelt nodded. "I'm impressed with your catch, Dustleap," she told him. "That could feed both elders and then some." She grinned at him as she picked up the squirrel, holding both rodents in her teeth.

[raccoon bandit]

Dustleap grinned "I'm impressed with you.." He mewed, trailing off at the mesmerizing she-cat's eyes. "Oor catch, too" He covered quickly.

[detective who.]

Swallowpelt smiled, catching his pause. "Let's go back to camp then," she said as she walked by the tom, brushing against his pelt.

[Brooketail]

(I'm going to join later...I'm busy right now)

(yay!!! Alright!!!)

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(recap????)

[raccoon bandit]

(Nm, coalheaet fought with Sleekfur ((only words, no claws)) and then Dustleap and swallowpelt went hunting. C;)

Dustleap padded after the she-cat, blushing under his tabby pelt. His eyes flickered as he carried the prey, which was almost his size, back to camp.

[Brooketail]

(k!)
Graypaw sat next to foxpaw. She groomed herself.

[raccoon bandit]

Foxpaw looked Graypaw in the eyes, his own blue eyes flickered anxiously. "I-I'm going to meet Rosepaw tonight..." He said, biting his lip.

(Should they be made warriors soon?)

[detective who.]

Swallowpelt trotted into camp. "Hey Foxpaw, hey Graypaw," she called as she dropped her freshkill into the pile. She then turned to wait for Dustleap.
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Coalheart slipped back out of the warriors den and walked over to the freshkill pile, hoping Foxpaw and Graypaw would ignore him. "Hi Swallowpelt," he muttered.

[Brooketail]

(they've only just being their training. I would think not...)


Graypaw sighed. "I know I can't stop you...I don't approve of your decision but I won't tell anyone..." she said to him

[raccoon bandit]

(I know, but Graypaw's mentor is never on, and Foxpaw never gets trained...)
Foxpaw shook his head. "Of course you don't, but I figured I would tell you so you could cover for me if anyone notices in gone" The ginger apprentice shrugged, and turned his head to glower at Coalheart. That Tom was so annoying! Well, at least Foxpaw thought so. Drawing in a sharp breath, the ginger apprentice let a low, disrespecting growl rumbling in his throat, directed towards Coalheart.

Dustleap dropped the large pheasant on the freshkill pile, padding over to Swallowpelt. He sat down next to her, curling his tail tightly around his tabby paws, flicking the tip in amusment.