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White paws bounded across the clearing, a black tail waving around like a lonely flag. Rookfang had just delivered some prey to the elder's den, and even took the time to tell them where she caught the prey, and what the day was like outside. Alas, telling stories to the elder's was one of Rookfang's most favorite past-times, with playing with kits coming in a close second. Being only about sixteen moons, the she-cat hadn't been a warrior for very long, which explained why she had yet to mentor an apprentice of her very own.

Rookfang came off as goofy, or as the elders would say nicely, has a good sense of humor. Looking around the clearing, the black and white she-cat figured that today was as good as any to brush up on her climbing skills. Padding over to the camp entrance, she meowed to the senior warrior that was standing guard. "Going for a climb, I'll be back soon." She meowed, and without even waiting for the tom to say anything in response, she bounded away, her white paws pounding on the soft earth.

Within moments, the she-cat set her sights on a oak tree, and she ran up to the tree and jumped, claws extended and got a paw hold on the dark bark of tree. Scaling up the tree, she eventually maneuvered to a decent sized branch that could hold her weight. Waiting for the branch to stop quivering, she moved so that her paws dangled on either side of the branch. "What a beautiful view." She purred, looking to a bird who was making its nest in a nearby tree, oblivious that a hungry cat was watching it intently. Nah, I'll let the bird make itself at home, I mean they need to provide new life too, right? She thought as she listened the sound of the forest.

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Brindlestream's coat glowed wherever the sun touched it, making her look like a moving pile of autumn leaves as she made her way out of camp. She had been in the nursery most the day, watching Gingerkit to make sure she didn't get in trouble, but after the long day of playfulness, Gingerkit had fallen asleep, and Brindlestream was granted time alone when another queen offered to watch her.

The day was perfect for a short hunt, and maybe a calm nap. Brindlestream had yet to get all of her energy back from being pregnant, though, so she didn't expect to get far from camp. Just enough so to feel like she wasn't really in camp. Her paw longed for the rush of running the hills, and she could almost imagine the feeling of the wind through her pelt again, but until Gingerkit was made an apprentice, she would wait. Not like she was really missed in the Warrior life. With other cats willing and able to hunt without. She did miss the patrols through. Seeing what the boarders between the Clans were like. Making sure everything was okay and safe for the other cats.

Brindlestream paused for a moment and tested the air, not surprised when she picked up on the scent of another cat. She didn't quite remember it at first, but it was rather familiar. maybe a newly made warrior. Glancing up, she caught sight of four white paws and a black tail dangling off an oak branch. Rookfang, Brindlestream purred. The younger she-cat had been made a warrior around the time Brindlestream had her kit. She didn't know much about the she-cat, but she knew her name.

"Hello, Rookfang," Brindlestream called up the tree, purring with amusement. "Hows the view?"

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Note; Hope you don't mind my joining ^.^

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The sweet sounds of the birds chirping their little cheerful songs were beginning to lull the warrior to sleep, that is until she heard a voice from below. Raising her head, Rookfang peered down at the ground, her amber eyes focusing on the tortoiseshell she-cat. "Brindlestream." She meowed happily, remembering the older queen who had her own kit to care for in the nursery. "The view is great from up here. I can see..well lots of trees." She joked as she regained her claw hold on the branch and maneuvered her way towards the center of the tree before finally making her way down to join the Thunderclan queen.

Jumping down the last length, the black and white warrior landed gently on her paws. "How is Gingerkit doing?" Rookfang tilted her head slightly to the head, obviously curious. "I love kits. They're so playful, and fun!" The young warrior piped up, her eyes lighting up in excitement. At the moment, Rookfang thought of herself as much too young to become a mother, although she was fully capable of doing so. She had too much energy to spend, and she just couldn't bear the idea of sitting around the nursery doing nothing for six moons, while watching her kits romp around and play, while she would be restricted to resting.

Anyway, Rookfang didn't even have a mate! So unless kits grew on trees, there wasn't even a slim possibility of her having any kittens. Bummer, well I have plenty of time left! She thought with a purr as she remembered that Brindlestream was still standing there. Whoops! "So, what brings you out here, Brindlestream?" The she-cat meowed as she kneaded her paws contently in the soft earth.

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Brindlestream flicked her tail at the younger she-cat's joke, watching as she then made her way down the tree. That was one thing she really missed about hunting; climbing. She had been granted her warrior name on her balance and grace, proving herself to be quite a climber. She knew she could climb if she set her mind on it, but she didn't want to risk anything until Gingerkit was up bigger. She hadn't ever fallen, or hurt herself, but that didn't mean it wouldn't happen now.

"She is good, finally got her down for a while." The queen answered, listening patently as the younger cat went on, almost surprised at herself. Normally a fast talking cat annoyed her. Like they didn't have anything better to do than sit around yapping. Yet, after spending the last few months in the nursery, with kits running about and mewing every time the wind changed- picked up, or stopped, didn't stop, or even when it didn't start, she found it oddly interesting how she enjoyed it. Enjoyed talking to a she-cat who wasn't in the nursery. A cat to whom she didn't have to explain everything to.

She saw thoughts passing through Rookfang's eyes as she seemed lost in thought for a moment. Soon, though, she remembered that she was talking to another cat, and she let out a purr. "So what brings you out here, Brindlestream?" the she-cat meowed. Brindlestream didn't even have to think about the answer. "Just thought I'd do a quick hunt, enjoy the time away from kits and queens for awhile.

Brindlestream smiled, thinking about how she used too just roam about the trees when she had free time from her warrior duties. She found herself longing for the moons when Gingerkit was made an apprentice; when she could return to her warrior life. When she could sleep in the warriors den and not have to worry about rolling over on kits as they moved about in their crazy games. Of course, that would mean she would be closer to the father of her kit. Which would be a little off putting at first, but if he could ignore her, then she could ignore him. That's how life went.

She realized then that she was the one letting her mind get away from her and quickly gave her chest fur a few licks in hopes that maybe the she-cat hadn't noticed. "What about you? Enjoying the weather?"

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Word Count: 400 (Rounded down.)
Note;~~~

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Rookfang nodded when the queen announced that she had escaped the nursery for a quick hunt. The two toned she-cat could completely relate, she could even imagine being cooped up in a stuffy den all day. It would almost be like she was living the life of a badger! Flicking the tip of her tail, she looked up towards the canopy of the trees. "I just came out here for a climb, trees give a good view of the territory." When perched atop the branches of the trees in Thunderclan territory, or any tree really, Rookfang felt entirely at home.

She could feel the breeze in her fur, hear and see the birds in their natural habitat. When she thought of how the other clans lived, Riverclan cats with their love of swimming, Shadowclan with their strange attraction the shadows, and Windclan cats for their love for the moors, the she-cat was glad that she had been born a Thunderclan cat, she wouldn't be able to stand the strange ways the other clan cats lived.

Twitching her pink nose, she thought of hunting. "Hey I know!" She meowed suddenly, her fur bristling, not in anger, but actually in excitement about the thrill of a good hunt. "We can hunt together, it'll be fun Brindlestream." Without even waiting for the she-cat's reply, the black and white cat was already bounding away, "Come on Brindlestream, stretch your legs!" She meowed when she was a couple of tail lengths away before pushing her body through the underbrush.

The fresh scents of newleaf prey flowed into the she-cat's nostrils. Opening her mouth to let the scents flood into her mouth, the she-cat lowered herself into a stalking position, swiping her tongue over her jaws. Twitching her ears, the cat tuned out the sounds around her and tried to focus on any sounds of prey.

After a couple of moments, the she-cat soon heard a creature nibbling, and shifting her gaze she spotted a rather hefty squirrel a few tail-lengths away. Pawstep by pawstep, the warrior crept closer to the squirrel before finally launching and sinking her teeth into the furry creature, delivering a killing bite to its neck.

Dropping the prey on the ground, Rookfang purred, glad to have made a successful kill. Thank Starclan. She thanked her starry ancestors for the gift of plentiful prey.

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Brindlestream's mind wandered a little as Rookfang spoke, traveling back to camp. She couldn't help but to worry about her kit. She knew Gingerkit was fine, safe with the other queens, but still. Once a mother, always a worrier. That's how she saw it. She could hardly wait for Gingerkit to be big enough to bring out here. To train and become a warrior. Make her granddaddy proud. Since she didn't have a father to impress... Well, she might one day. If he maybe changed his mind. Not that it mattered. Brindlestream would always be there, as would her father. Gingerkit would have all the family she needed.


Rookfang's bright, cheerful voice pulled Brindlestream from her thoughts. "Yes, that sounds like it would be fun." The queen mewed, but it didn't matter. The black and white she-cat had already taken off. Purring with amusement, Brindlestream followed at a slightly slower pace, pushing through the underbrush. Newleaf had too be Brindlestream's second favorite season, bested only by Leaffall, and only because she could hunt easier in the dying leaves thanks to her pelt. Glancing around, Brindlestream caught sight of a small black bird. Her body naturally dropped into a crouch as she began to advance on it, not even looking for Rookfang, the she cat would know better than to interrupt another cats hunt, right?

Something spooked the bird, sending it into early flight, but instead of getting away, it flew right at Brindlestream, allowing her to catch and kill it swiftly. Purring with delight, Brindlestream also thanked her ancestors before turning to see Rookfang with her own catch.

"Nice squirrel," Brindlestream purred, setting her bird at her paws. "It's a great day for hunting." she commented, noting how the wind picked up, carrying the fresh scent of birds, squirrels, and mice, as well as the normal smells that came with living in the forest. Moss, mushrooms, flowers and dirt. Everything Brindlestream had grown up loving. Everything she would continue to love until the day she could no longer be a warrior. The wind dropped, pulling her away from the thoughts.

Word Count: 350
Note: Sorry it took me so long.

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