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Sliprabbit bounded carefree through the woods, the blanket of leaves underpaw crunching loudly with every step as the sunlight illuminated her back through the now-barren trees. Normally a warrior would know better than to be so carelessly noisy as to not scare away any prey lurking nearby, but today wasn't that kind of day. The rest of the group behind her were already carrying a variety of prey, all while the young grey tabby proudly trotted a distance ahead, scouting for a nice area to settle down for lunch. Leaping up onto a moss-covered log, her face lit up as the scanned the area in front of her. "Hey! There's a cute little brook over this way! And some nice flat stones in the sunlight to nap on! It looks perfect!"
Tinybreath couldn't immediately respond due to the pair of perch that she carried in her jaws, but the petite she-cat let out a pleased purr as she picked up her pace through the forest to catch up to her niece. It was an absolutely beautiful day for a picnic; with a clear blue sky stretched out above them, a bright sun to keep them warm, and an unexpected lack of a cold Leaf-Fall breeze. Casting a brief glance over her shoulder, she couldn't help but smile at the sight of her older brother's mildly annoyed face. It had taken a frankly unsurprising amount of convincing to get Chimerastar to join them today; the Swiftclan leader had been under a lot of stress recently. They all were a bit more uptight lately, with everything that had happened with Sunclan, and with Leaf-Bare just around the corner... Tinybreath had spent the past moon trying to think of some way to lift her family's spirits, feeling a bit out of touch considering that for most of her life, it had usually been the other way around. She only hoped that this outing would bring them all some sort of comfort, like the picnics their parents took them on as kits had.
Shatteredshine bounded past her sister, nearly dropping her prey in the process. "This looks great!" she agreed breezily. "We can go swimming after, and play in the leaves!"
Chim lingered at the back of the group with a perch hanging from his jaw. Despite how much he had resisted at first, he had to admit he glad to take a break for a few hours. He had been wrestling with a big decision again, and he hadn't even confided in his deputy yet; maybe some time away would set his head straight about leaving. Besides, it had been a long time since he had spent time with his family. He missed having the support of his brother and sisters, and it had been even longer since he'd spoken to his niece Squirrelpool. He set down his perch at the side of the log and said, "Is it time to eat yet? I'm starving."
Steepfall was just a few steps ahead of Chimerastar. He was a bit of an outsider compared to the rest of them, but could you blame him? He'd abandoned his family for many, many moons before finally crawling back and bringing trouble with him. Not that him being there would have changed SunClan's decision to raid SwiftClan, of course, but it was hard not to take a little responsibility for it. He'd broken their silly cult code or something. Whatever, it was in the past now.
The black-furred tom was carrying a crappie, having fished with Chimerastar in preparation for all of this, which was a great excuse to not be talking. When his uncle came to a halt and sat his fish on the ground, Steepfall continued to hold onto his for reasons already stated.
