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Leafbare… Tawnystripe hated it and everything to do with it, but nevertheless she couldn’t just wake up and shift positions to just fall asleep again. She was the deputy of Stormclan, and as such, had to set an example for the entire Clan, and especially to the young kits and apprentices. She stretched her tight muscles while still inside the warmth of the den. The feline released a long, pent-up yawn, and raked her claws in the earthen floor. After another yawn, and of course, more stretching, Tawnystripe bounded out of her den to the unusual brightness for this time of Leafbare.

The she-cat glanced at the fresh-kill pile, and shook her head before leaving all by her lonesome to go grab some more from the pile. Tawnystripe knew that she should have grabbed another warrior to go with her, but she knew she would be back before too long. She headed to the deepest part of the Clan’s territory, and caught the sound of a mouse scrambling along the dead leaves. She lowered herself down and stalked the prey that had graciously wandered into her sights. Her tail flicked gently and Tawnystripe sent her body forward, attacking the little thing successfully.

Tawnystripe must have applied more force to the little mouse’s spine, for it was dead before she could consciously kill it. “Poor thing,” she purred before picking it up and heading back to her work, trying to find a shrew, or other small mammal. Something flitted across her vision about a foxlength away. Tawnystripe had narrowed her eyes, knowing that whatever had flitted across her vision wasn’t small enough to be a mouse, and that it was not large enough to be a fox. The first thing that had gone to her mind was whether or not it was a kittypet. She internally shook her head, no way was a kittypet this deep in the forest; all the twoleg places had been long deserted.

She shook her head, losing interest, and decided to take the mouse back before planning to grab a warrior and go on either a patrol or another hunting mission. Her tail flicked back and forth after hearing something else. She dropped the mouse and placed a paw firmly on its neck. Not a cat would go unharmed if they touched her kill. “Which cat dares to try to sneak past me,” she hissed callously to the air. One cat had to be there, she was just waiting to see who it was.

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word count, four hundred eighteen
tagged, any stormclan cat
notes, <3

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[atrb=background,http://i775.photobucket.com/albums/yy35/BaileeDanielle3/tables/flint2-2.png] [scrolly:h(142),w(465),sy] WITH a large yawn, flintpaw exited the medicine cat den, practically oversized ears laid flat against her head with her tiredness. she'd hardly been able to sleep, the stress of leaf-bare on a medicine cat was immense, which meant that stress stretched to her as well. shaking it off, she started towards the entrance of camp, figuring she'd make herself useful before everyone else woke up. WITH tentative pawsteps, the medicine cat apprentice made her way out of camp, just after the stormclan deputy had taken her leave. of course, flintpaw didn't know that tawnystripe had even left camp, for the other had already made it out of camp before she had even left her den. LETTING out a yawn, the young she-cat stretched her forepaws forward just before the camp's entrance. her claws dug into the ground as he spine rose in the air, bending in an almost impossible way. standing straight after the comforting stretch, she shook her body and took to the forest, ears perked to listen for dangers, eyes alert as well, watching for anything of interest- particularly food for the clan. SHE'D only been out a little while before she heard a disturbance near her. her ears swiveled back, giving her a distressed look, before they jerked forward again to listen. the small apprentice dropped into a poorly executed sneak-attack crouch, stalking forward, paranoid that it could be an enemy warrior. BUT as soon as the little gray striped she-cat heard that voice, she knew it was stormclan's beloved deputy. her ears perked and her head popped out from behind a bush. 'HEY tawnystripe!' she greeted, whiskers twitching excitedly at the sight of someone from the clan. 'i wasn't sneaking by you at all, i promise,' she insisted, a purr lacing her voice. 'i hadn't even noticed that you were there!' [/scrolly]

[atrb=background,http://i775.photobucket.com/albums/yy35/BaileeDanielle3/tables/flint4.png] three hundred eighteen words for tawnystripe. "mmm, sorry it's a shorter reply than i'd like... :P "