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| - Leafshine padded into camp, her weariness forgotten at the thought of the gathering tonight. The rest of her patrol followed through the tunnel after her, their fur stained with the mud from underground, some of the best cats of the Clan followed her, Dustheart, Hollowslip, Stonepaw, and her apprentice, Lilypaw, she knew these cats and trusted them with her life every day in the tunnels. After blinking to get used to the sun, she looked around camp and headed to the fresh-kill pile, carefully choosing a plump hare to eat.
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| - Leafshine padded into camp, her weariness forgotten at the thought of the gathering tonight. The rest of her patrol followed through the tunnel after her, their fur stained with the mud from underground, some of the best cats of the Clan followed her, Dustheart, Hollowslip, Stonepaw, and her apprentice, Lilypaw, she knew these cats and trusted them with her life every day in the tunnels. The harsh sunlight stung her eyes, she didn’t know how tunnelers did it and she envied her brother and sister, Heatherstalk and Antwhisker, survived up here, the only good part was the feel of the wind in your fur, besides that, Leafshine loved the underground and wouldn’t trade it for anything. After blinking to get used to the sun, she looked around camp and headed to the fresh-kill pile, carefully choosing a plump hare to eat. “Hey Songlark!” Leafshine called to the small she-cat who was laying down in the shade of the camp walls, “Wanna share this with me?” Songlark opened one eyelid and after a few seconds she replied, “Sure, but you’ll have to bring it over here.” Leafshine nodded, dragging the heavy piece of prey to the nicely shaded area where Songlark lied, and after setting down the juicy piece in between them, she started taking swift, neat, hungry bites. Soon, the scent was too tempting and Songlark rose into a crouch, eating in silence. After a while Songlark broke the silence, “So how’s the gorge tunnel going?” “Pretty good, we won’t break through for seasons though, it seems,” Leafshine replied after swallowing the last bite of hare. Songlark nodded thoughtfully, “That’s what Kinkpelt’s been saying, too. I have to go down with Flailfoot, Kestrelfeather, Hickorypaw, and Woollypaw tonight, after you guys leave for the Gathering and I was hoping that after we finish patrolling our area, we might get a bit deeper.” “Sounds good,” Leafshine replied, “Who’ll be patrolling the other half of the territory?” “Flamepelt, Sandpaw, and Rabbitstep,” Songlark answered with a sigh, “I would ask them to help, but you know how Flamepelt is, stupid toms.” “Did you two have another fight?” Leafstar asked, swallowing a purr. Everyone in the Clan knew that Songlark and Flamepelt were practically mates. “Ugh,” Songlark grunted in reply, “he can be such a rabbit-brain at times.” Leafshine purred, “You two are the craziest pair I’ve ever seen one minute you adore each other, the next, you’re cursing at each other.” “You’ll see one day, when you find a tom that loves you and that you love back, Cedarfoot has been paying extra attention to you recently,” Songlark retaliated. “Hush!” Leafshine exclaimed, “I don’t know if I could ever fall for a moor-runner, they’re too full of themselves, now Flailfoot, he’s more my type.” “Oh come on!” Songlark mewed, “Cedarfoot is sweet and nice, he’s not that bad, you should talk to him.” “I think I can wait on that,” Leafshine purred, “I’d better go get some sleep before the Gathering.” She got up and walked towards the warrior’s den, hearing Songlark purr behind her.
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