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βΊβΊβΊβΊβΊHoneycloud
βΊβΊβΊβΊβΊβΊβΊTom
βΊβΊβΊβΊβΊ22 moons
βΊβΊβΊβΊβΊβΊDeputy
βΊβΊβΊLocation;; Camp
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βΊβΊβΊβΊβΊHoneycloud
βΊβΊβΊβΊβΊβΊβΊTom
βΊβΊβΊβΊβΊ22 moons
βΊβΊβΊβΊβΊβΊDeputy
βΊβΊβΊLocation;; Camp
βΊβΊβΊβΊβΊTags;; open
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Honeycloud was particularly energetic that morning, and had hoped a small rodent or bird would of appeared magically before as he took lead. He began to slow down, letting the young she in front as he had no experience with herbs, and despite having a hatred for her ill-humoured personality that only encouraged his own pessimism. He knew they had to be quick, as it was vital to train his own apprentice. As they padded along he couldnβt help but stray only a few fox-lengths away as his eyes locked on a small but plump tern bird. His body slowly dropped to the floor, his ears perking up. He began to stalk forward, eyes still pinned on the bird. He leapt forward, caught in a frenzy of feathers before dragging it back down to the sandy shores where he ended it with a quick blow at the head. He held the bird in his mouth for a brief few seconds as he looked around for the medicine cat apprentice.





