by why. » Fri Oct 17, 2014 4:24 am
Frostpelt
She-cat/Mate:None/No kits
Frostpelt wasn't exactly used to waking up every day on the warriors den, though she'd been doing it eight moons ago. She was glad to be a warrior, yet something was stirring in her. Maybe it was the thought about when she would get an apprentice. There are so many more older and experienced cats in the clan, though. But she couldn't help wonder.
She crossed the camp, seeing Cottonkit and Patchkit playing hunt. Apparently, Patchkit was the mouse and Cottonkit was the hunter. She smiled to herself when she heard Parchkit squeal. It was so long so since she had thought about life in the nursery. Her own mother had passed away moons ago, and she couldn't help miss her.
She looked around and saw Ashfire pad towards her. "I was wondering if you'd like to lead a hunting patrol with Cloudpelt and Watervole.
"Sure," she meowed. "Are they already waiting for me?"
"They should be around the clearing," Ashfire replied. "Try to catch around the border where there would most likely be prey."
"Ok, I won't keep them waiting." Frostpelt meowed and started toward the clearing. Sure enough, she could see Cloudpelt's white fur with the light brown splash on the side. Beside him, sat Watervole with a gleaming and groomed pelt.
"Cloudpelt, Watervole, did Ashfire tell you about the hunting patrol?" She asked.
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why. on Fri Oct 17, 2014 9:04 am, edited 2 times in total.
