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Thymerobin gripped the chaffinch in her jaws as she finished digging a small hole to deposit the prey in. She dropped it, scuffed dirt back over it, then stepped away and leaned against a tree. Her eyes closed.
It was a hot day and she was exhausted. She'd been up since before dawn hunting -- she couldn't sleep -- and it was nearing evening now. Her hunt had been relatively fruitful, but she wasn't satisfied yet. Still, she was exhausted, and as she leaned against the tree her head started to fall forward as she drifted off.
The orange and blue she-cat jerked backward and her eyes flew open once more. She let out a hiss and pushed herself off the tree, then determinedly limped forward on her three legs to continue her hunt. She couldn't sleep, not yet.
Dewsun hadn’t stepped paw out of camp until well after midday. Mostly because he’d still been at sleep until midday and then he needed to eat of course. When asked, he’d tell you he was going out hunting but he’d yet to catch a thing. The tom was trying hard, merely believing the prey would come to him, when he’d caught movement off to his left. With a wicked grin and a lowered stance, he moved closer to the source of the movement. “It’s just you.” Dewsun was disappointed to find one of their newer non-FallClan born members instead of prey.
Thymerobin shot him a hard look. She had taken an immediate disliking to the tom even without meeting him: she had heard of him and seen him around camp and that was more than enough to warn her off. She was a hard worker, down to earth, and he was an arrogant overblown tom with some sort of god complex. "Just me." Based on the way he crept over she assumed he was hunting prey. Did he not even check the scent to see if she was a mouse or a cat? Lazy. "Figures," she muttered, the corner of her lip turning upward.
"Oh, did you have something to say?" Dewsun had avoided the newer cats, uninterested in them but this one was starting to become an annoyance. They'd only just truly met too. How disappointing, she could have been a loyal follower of his, just like Pearpaw was turning out to be. Sitting down to clean his claws, having done enough work, Dewsun waited for the other to speak again.
