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true tru... i got to sleep all day and its been a good time!! nothing like getting to stay home and waste the day away : O

haha! i have a big speech/presentation tomorrow though, so :"((((

Grayspeckle burst into the Medicine Den, seeing Moonstar and Cloverprint -Her Medicine Cat- having a conversation. "Can I go lead a hunting patrol?" She huffed, not caring she was interrupting something, her grumpy mood still intact. She really wanted to do something actually productive and not sit around the camp. She unsheathed and sheathed her claws, anxious for an answer. For a moment, she pictured Moonstar and Cloverprint both snarling at her to get out, she hoped it wouldn't come to that. And besides, if it did, she really wasn't in the mood to get "no-ed" at. Please, she thought. StarClan, let Moonstar say yes!

Thornheart thank you !!! i will try my best.. and probably crash and burn RIP

THANK YOU! i hope my throat gets better by tomorrow or im super screwed ;;

ahh.. today is so slow o o)

Cloverprint looked over at Grayspeckle and sighed. Now she would never have a conversation with Monster, though it was to be expected on a day slow like this. Many cats would probably be going out wanting to hunt, so Cloverprint decided to give the warrior a task instead. "Grayspeckle, could you take out my apprentice to gather herbs? Hollowpaw will know what herbs to gather." She turned to Monstar. "Is that alright?" ...Oh high and mighty leader? She thought, though would never dare to speak it. She respected her leader, though that didn't mean she couldn't think it.

{ I am so sorry. A lot of studying. Big school wide test next week. Yikes! }

Hawkspirit shook his head, thankful for the other mentor's stepping in. "Ravenpaw, I hope you'd learn the importance of tracking. If you neglect that skill you'll find the others to be more difficult then they should be." He meowed, forcing the annoyance not to be heard in his voice, ignoring the bits about the weather and his distaste toward it.

Raypaw felt heat flood her ears and paws despite the coldness of the rain for being heard. Her whiskers twitched slightly at their mentor's words and Raypaw spoke up. "There's no denying tracking is important, but it's no good without the other skills." She pointed out, reversing Hawkspirit's words to stand up for Ravenpaw.

(Ahh, sorry, gtg. Will sneak back on if possible tomorrow)

Hollowpaw was blissfully unaware of even being mentioned in the medicine cat den, still bundled up outside the den. He was quite fine with relaxing all day, thank you very much, though he knew that wouldn't happen. Oh well.

Hollowpaw's ears twitched at being addressed, and he let out a hiss. "Yeah, yeah." He got to his paws as he shook out his damp fur, using his sense of smell to identity where she was before stalking over to Grayspeckle. The tip of his tail flicked back and forth against the dark ground, and Hollowpaw stretched his front legs out to loosen the tension in his muscles. He silently waited for Grayspeckle to lead the way.

Hollowpaw trailed after her, carefully placing his paws down in front of him so he wouldn't trip on the slick mud beneath him. Like he had feared earlier, the rain and dampness caused scents to mingle and mix, though he took his time with picking apart particular smells. "This was your idea," he reminded her without malice as he took his time, tasting the air. He blurrily noticed a rock nearby and he felt around slowly with his paws, a grassy scent on this tongue. Further inquiry revealed a patch of chickweed, and Hollowpaw gently began to pry out the plant by its stems, careful to keep it's roots in the ground as he piled the herb behind him, tailtip twitching back and forth. "There should be some coltsfoot near here, as well. Look for a plant with wide, dark green leaves and yellow flowers." Hollowpaw called back to the warrior as he continued to carefully nip the stems of the plant below him.

Hollowpaw had moved onto harvesting labrador tea plants when Grayspeckle's cry alerted him. He put down the herbs in his mouth before turning his head to glance at her with cool amber eyes. "What happened?" he called back out at her, still unable to smell properly because of the weather.

Hollowpaw tilted his head at her, giving her an unimpressed face. "This was your idea," he repeated, "are you already backing out of it? We've barely collected any herbs." As she approached, Hollowpaw sniffed the air; was that blood he smelled? "Did you hurt something?" Hollowpaw asked curtly, wrapping a tail around his paws.

Ashjaw paced outside the apprentices' den, ears flicking irritably at the lack of response. What was his apprentice up to? Irritation caused him to tire of standing outside, and with a huff he pushed his way into the den, the broad-shouldered tom nearly finding the apprentice-sized entrance a tight squeeze. "Talonpaw!" he bit out, casting his gaze around the den, looking for the familiar dark brown pelt.
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Dawnstep listened to the kits' squabble from her nest inside the nursery. She had been trying to get some rest after being kept awake most of the night with all the kicking and squirming her own soon-to-be-kits seemed to do, but she supposed kits in any form were best at keeping tired she-cats awake. Grumpily, she raised her head from her nest, resigning herself to being awake.

She thought, briefly, on how she and Thistlewhisper were both to raise kits on their own, and how the other she-cat had been raising Rabbitkit and Dustkit for moons before Dawnstep had even moved into the nursery. Her kits seemed to full of energy... would Dawnstep really be able to keep up with her own? She missed Silverclaw suddenly and keenly again, but pushed the thought away. She was having kits regardless of how she felt about it, and it would do her no good to start moping around now. Stretching, she started grooming the moss scraps from her pelt, putting her mind on a task it would be more productive with.