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The territory of Fallclan had been home to her family for generations, even if she wasn't aware of it. Pinesnap's mind was blank and simply taking in her surroundings as she sat in a small patch of autumn sunlight, her dark tortie coat soaking in whatever warmth that she could. It was a beautiful day, and she was content to simply enjoy it.
She was called the Mistress of the Hunt for a reason, but there was always one thing that could escape her keen senses. Greyhunt walked into camp, her blue eyes sweeping over the faces that lingered around in the beautiful weather. It was obvious by the way that her eyes narrowed that she couldn't find who she was looking for, which would have been an insult to her pride if this wasn't the hundredth time that it's happened.
Instead, she turned to the closest cat, her tail swishing once in annoyance. Still, her voice was cool and elegant, with no hint of her obvious irritation. "I don't suppose you've seen my brother around? Looks exactly like me, just slightly darker? Annoying voice? Probably sneaking around somewhere? No?"
Snapped out of her thoughts, Pinesnap slowly turned towards the cat that was addressing her. She gave Greyhunt a once over, and shook her head. "I'm afraid not," she responded, "although I haven't really been paying much attention," she added as an afterthought, still bringing her mind to the present. Most days she was much more observant, but something about the warmth on her fur had her feeling a little sentimental or something.
A small frown formed on Greyhunt's face, her eyes narrowing slightly as she once again slid her gaze across the camp. The form of her brother was still nowhere to be seen, however. "Of course not," she said, "he's a sneaky feather-brain." Finally, with a sigh, she gave a light shake of her head. "If he's hiding from me, I'll make him wait to be found. In the meantime," blue eyes turned to Pinesnap once more, "would you happen to know a good way to kill time?"
Having expected her clan mate to simply march off in search of her brother, she wasn't prepared to answer such a question. "Hunting is always a good option, especially with the weather growing colder," Pinesnap commented after a deep moment of thought. Leaf bare would seem be upon them, so surely the growing clan could use all of the extra prey it could get right now.
The comment caused Greyhunt to lift her head towards the sky, soaking in the lingering warmth. Time always seemed to fly by so fast, so it almost felt like she could just blink and leaf-bare would be sweeping through the clan. "Would you care to join me?" she asked, although she had fully expected the other she-cat to decline. It was such a nice day, so Greyhunt wouldn't be able to blame Pinesnap if she chose to enjoy it. In fact, Greyhunt was almost tempted to do the same - but hunting was her favorite thing to do.
The lithe torti contemplated the invitation for a moment. It was a beautiful day, and she wasn’t assigned to any patrols. However, the day still had plenty of hours left and it would feel nice to both enjoy the territory and stretch her legs. A small snack afterwords wasn’t such a bad idea either. “Yes, I would like that,” Pinesnap responded a moment later, her smile mostly reflected in her gaze.
The approval surprised Greyhunt. She raised a brow - the only sign of the surprise - as a small, genuine smile formed on her face. "Well then, I'll let you choose where we should go." She had already been standing, but she took a moment to stretch anyway. "Unless you would like me to pick, since I'm the one who invited you."
The torti she-cat took a few moments to think. Nothing in particular came to mind so she shrugged lightly. “It doesn’t really matter to me, it’s been a little bit since I’ve been out, I’m not sure where the best place is.” Her voice was nonchalant, a small smile on her maw as she looked to the other she-cat as she stretched her limbs.
Greyhunt gave a single nod, then brought her gaze to the direction of the camp's exit. "During Leaf-bare, the windmill is typically a great place to hunt," she said. The sunlight was warm on her tabby pelt, silently stating the obvious: it wasn't Leaf-bare just yet. There was still at least a couple of nicer days before the really chill of Leaf-fall would kick in. "This time of year, though? The firefly meadow is always a great place to start, at least during the day. The only thing you'll catch there at night is the secret rendezvous of lovers."
She glanced over her shoulder, giving Pinesnap a wink, before taking a step forward. "If you're ready to go?"
