november 2012 hunting patrol.

[foxbite]

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[style= font-size: 35pt; font-family: dawning of a new day; color: #E47833; text-align: center; line-height: 30px;]foxbite of thunderclan[/style][style= width:350px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:9px; text-transform:lowercase;]morning. the wind had awoken him with its pulling tug against foxbite's long ginger fur. he had been assigned to today's hunting patrol, and it was probably time to start organizing the group. he knew that his apprentice, hawkpaw, would be joining them, but he wasn't sure who the other cats would be. standing up slowly, he shook his head to clear the sleep from his eyes. it was surprisingly cold in the warrior's den, but that was only because he had been having a very warm and wonderful dream. he had been with snaketail, and they had been touching pelts and just sitting there, watching their kits play in the afternoon sunlight. it was a wonderful memory, one that he often thought about, even in his subconscious. so much that his mind was beginning to believe it had actually happened. it hadn’t ever been possible; his ex-mate had been unable to conceive, no matter how much foxbite wanted children. but now it was time for a patrol. and he had to shake off that dream, and get his head in the game. turning toward the exit to the den, he started out into the clearing.

it was a particularly sunny day, with very few clouds dotting the sky. he knew it would get a lot hotter later on, and he hoped that they could get going before it was too uncomfortable. he had long fur after all, and it wasn't always the best to on hot days, for he retained the heat. padding toward the center of the camp, foxbite surveyed his surroundings. most of the cats were up and awake, hustling about and doing what they were supposed to do for thunderclan. it was a beautiful picture for foxbite, the fact that things were going well for him, and for his clan. sitting down in the center of the clearing, foxbite waited. he knew hawkpaw would be here any second, and wildstar would surely be up now.. finally remembering that it was cloudtail who would be joining them, he let out a sigh. the warrior was very young and naïve. it would be like taking care of two apprentices this morning. he straightened up, curling his tail around his paws. they needed to hurry up so they could get a move on.

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[style=font-family:coming soon; font-size:13px; text-align:center; text-transform:lowercase; margin-top:-20px; margin-left:123px;]i beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies

It wasn't long after she had woken up that her Clan's daily activities started up for a new day. She watched from the entrance to her den apprentices cleaning out the elders' and queens' bedding and warriors returning from the dawn patrol. But more warriors yet idled about in this particular morning, which was exactly why she was relieved that her dearly trusted Foxbite had gone and organized a hunting patrol to keep those slackers busy. She herself had volunteered for the patrol, because she knew it would be a perfect opportunity to see how Foxbite and Hawkpaw were doing, and even add in some pointers, if needed. Although she trusted that Foxbite was a wonderful mentor already.

Soon after the sun had broken above the tree-line and started to show over the cliffs of the camp, she saw the ginger tom emerge from the warriors' den. Picking herself up from her sitting place, she strode over to the warrior, a rare smile placed upon her lips. "Good morning, Foxbite. Ready for the hunt?" She purred good-heartedly. She looked around casually for the other members of the patrol. "Have you located the others yet? We'll have to head out soon if we want to feed the Clan before the elders start complaining." She mewed in good humor. Despite the unusual heat that was inevitably going to come later in the day despite the season, she had a very good feeling for the rest of the day.

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this is the dawning of the rest of our lives

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thanks to her joints and her lameness, heatherfoot wouldn't be able to walk far enough to the nearest waterhole in order to wash her fur out, and the water at this time of the season was far too cold to even attempt to place it near her body without a bad reaction from her stiff form, hawkpaw did what he had to: he slowly and meticulously began to lick the bile from her fur, forcefully fighting back his gag reflex as he made sure there was no bile left on the elder she-cat. it had taken a while, but he finally managed to clean her completely, and then he turned his attention to her nest. he left then, heading into the forest to seek out fresh moss, and after making a short side trip to quickly wash out his mouth from any remaining bile before returning with the clean fresh moss, he made a comfortable nest for heatherfoot to lay in, helping her once more until she was able to lay down in it, a fresh clump of moss with cold water and a songbird sitting nearby for her to eat and drink from. that then brought him to now, the final step; cleaning out the bile soaked moss. it had taken a good while out of his day to complete all of it, and he would be having the taste of bile in his mouth for who knew how many days, yet he'd not given a single complaint and had been kind to the slighted elder the entire time. and yet... 'i still say we shouldn't have let him in here, you know what cherrysong says about that apprentice.' a particularly cranky and superstitious elder tom whispered nearby, just loud enough for hawkpaw's ears to pick up, but if he did hear, he made no indication that he did, his ears not even twitching at the name of the she-cat mentor who had abandoned and betrayed him. the elder kept the whispering up for a few moments longer before a snarl pierced the air, and a pale green glare narrowed in on the snide tom. 'how dare you.' goldenwing hissed loudly, her tail lashing behind her as she kept her denmate fixed in her glare. 'you don't know fresh-kill from foxdung if you believe what cherrysong of all cats says. that she-cat abandoned her clanmate and apprentice, yet hawkpaw here just cleaned mouse bile off of his with his tongue instead of going to get cold water that would've only caused her pain.' the golden and white elder then moved over to where hawkpaw was standing, placing her paw down in front of him to stop him from attempting to pick up one of the bile coated moss balls.

green eyes lifted up to stare at the she-cat in curiosity, his maw opening to ask why she was stopping him, but all goldenwing did was shake her head in refusal. 'that apprentice can get his tail back here and clean this up with his mouth. you've done more than enough.' she mewed, gesturing calmly towards the now comfortably sleeping heatherfoot before flicking her tail towards the exit. 'didn't you have a patrol to go on? better get going before you're left behind.' hawkpaw raised his head up at that, locking his green eyes with goldenwing's for a moment and sparing a concerned glance back towards heatherfoot, before he nodded in consent and began walking back out of the den, hesitating just once at the entrance... just encase. by now, the day was beginning to get into full swing, warriors and apprentices alike bustling away. and in the center sat foxbite himself, chatting calmly with wildstar. in spite of the horrible taste that littered his mouth, hawkpaw couldn't help the rush of excitement that raced through him as he approached the two, finishing the distance with a graceful bound. 'i'm... here!' he tried to call out, but had to stop for a moment to once more force back a gag reflex, the air rushing through his mouth aggravating the horrific taste. oh well... it was still worth it...[/classy][/style][/style]