Shadowclan Camp

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Boneclaw growled under his breath. A clanmate was awake, just when he wanted to slink away. He hated being around other cats, nothing left of the fluffy, social kit he once was. He hung to the shadows like moss on a rock, waiting for the she-cat to do whatever it was she was doing and leave so he could find a dry spot to nap out in the marsh, away from everyone else.

Boneclaw noticed that the she cat looked at him, and sighed. It was no use, his white pelt was only good for hunting in Leaf bare. He slunk by her, growling under his breath and padded out of camp. Normally he liked to not be noticed, but this time he really didn't care. Someone could go and tell the leader for all he cared, he'd still sneak out. Hissing at what a loner he was hidden inside a clan, he shook his head before slinking out of eye sight.

~The Burnt Sycamore

ooc: Ack. Didn't realized you'd mentioned him by name *headdesk*

There seemed to be a very bothersome blunt-ended stick stuck somewhere in his nest. It was poking through even his thick fur, prodding his belly every so often and abruptly putting an end to any attempt to fall into a deeper sleep than he was currently experiencing. It was annoying, to say the least, and even in the half-dozed state his lips curled back against his sharp white teeth.

Not that it did any help. It only poked him again, and again...in fact if he didn't know any better, he would say the stick was being very...persistent.

Oh. 

Blinking awake, the tomcat rolled over in his nest to find that it wasn't a stick at all, but rather Shadestorm, who as of yet seemed to have tried everything but jumping on him to wake him up. "Wassat?" He growled, blinking owlishly in the light. "'M not supposed ta be on patrol this mornin', was I?" What else could she possibly want?

OOC: No worries ^_^ Sorry for not replying sooner, though.

Like the moon, everything will have a dark side

Shadestorm

Warrior of Shadowclan

But the sun manages to rise everyday, have a little faith

The black she-cat was jolted back into reality when a growl emanated from the bushy bundle of fur in front of her. Her copper eyes widened ever so slight, but the surprise evaporated into the usual neutral expression she always had on. His way of speaking was either the grogginess of sleep, or maybe that was really how he spoke like all the time. The Bombay didn't usually interact at all with the brown tom, so it did occur to her that maybe it was the way he spoke. She pressed her lips together in solely regret, but she couldn't back out now. Swallowing the frustration directed at herself, she replied quietly to the cat. "There is no need to worry yourself about morning patrol. However, this recent drought has me worried about both water and the fresh-kill pile." Luckily, their humid landscape had attracted some animals, but it was smaller than last Greenleaf. Her triangular ears twitched in uncertainty. "And I'll have to ask you to join me in a hunting patrol." She said dipping her head in thanks. "It is only obligatory, you have no other reason to join me." She said, trying to polite. 

Still mostly asleep, Briarthorn kicked out his feet, stretching luxuriously. It was very unlikely that he would be falling back asleep now that he had been woken by his clanmate. "M'up." He grumbled, slowly rising to his paws fully, every bit of his staticy fur arching to their fullest extent, making him appear at least twice his massive size.

She might have had a point about the drought, but Briarthorn had never before worried about the drought. So long as there was enough food to satisfy even him, that was fine. "I suppose I can help ya. Though I don't think ther's nothin' for us ta worry 'bout. Starclan's not let us starve yet." He grumbled. "Just give me a moment, will yeah?" He had a bit of a kink in his back. He wasn't ready for early mornings.