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The large white tom let out a sigh as he glanced around the camp. There was one body in particular that he didn't see, and that didn't make the tom too happy. Gardeniasmoke knew that she was supposed to wait until he got up to go trampling around on her own. Was she on her own? His ear twitched as an anxiety sank into his paws. He had been told once or twice that he shouldn't be so focused on his sister, or the litter that his mother recently gave birth to. It wasn't fair to anyone to be that uptight. But, the tom couldn't help it. Even when he tried to let his sister have some space, it never really felt... right.
He let out a sigh. Part of him wanted to storm out of the camp to find her, but even the tom found that that might be a little extreme. So, instead the tom trudged over to the fresh kill pile, looking for breakfast.
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Post by uniqcrim on Mar 6, 2019 13:52:58 GMT -5
Eyes cloudy and bleary from sleep, Hawkeye stumbled a bit and accidentally butted her head against a nearby cat. Regaining her balance, she blinked quickly and realized she was over by the fresh-kill pile. She had been out late patrolling last night so wake up this morning was far more difficult than it seemed. "Sorry." The large brown tabby apologized quickly, looking over to recognize Lupinebreath as the cat she had so drunkenly stumbled in to. Now she must look like a fool... whatever, she really didn't have the time or energy capacity to worry about something so trivial.
"Ah, my dear you are up so early." Her grandmother rasped in a harsh voice as she came up behind her. She dipped her head in greeting to Vocalriver before quickly grabbing a plump mouse and setting it before the elder's feet.
"You should have told me you were hungry, I would have brought something to your den." She complained, frowning. She hated seeing her grandmother act like she had to fend for herself even now. It had been many moons since she stepped down from medicine cat and less since she had retired to an elder. The death of Hawkeye's mother seemed to have taken quite a toll on her as well and she could not help but worry about her.
"Don't worry about me. I'm not so old I can't walk to the fresh-kill pile." She replied a bit harshly but all in good nature. "Hey, you, make sure this one here eats something!" She called to Lupinebreath who was merely an innocent bystander suddenly dragged into their conversation. "Someone needs to look after this furball and I won't be alive forever." Vocalriver picked up the mouse and limped back to her den. Hawkeye burned with shame as she glanced back at him.
