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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/250uqa9.png] The sharp winds of Leafbare chilled the large tom to the bone as he padded through the grass of the hillside. Leafbare was in full force, and was taking all of the life and prey with it. Apparently BrookClan was having problems, and GoldenClan wouldn't help them. It was better that way in his opinion. BrookClan had to look out for BrookClan. He hated seeing cats of other clans looking down on GoldenClan for refusing to help. If it was their prey they would be singing a different tune. No one else seemed to see the corruption of the world the way he did. Nobody seemed to think outside the box and look at things from an emotionless and statistical view. He sighed a bit and lowered himself down on his belly, his sharp green yellow eyes took in the hillside. No prey could be seen, but that was because the prey around here didn't move when it was cold. Instead the tom parted his jaws and scented for the prey. Almost immediately a smell that would send cats from other clans running caused his mouth to water. A snake. And close too. He looked around again, now having an idea of just where to look. Finally he saw it. He scented again. This snake could cause him no real harm. If it bit him he ran the risk of the bite wound getting infected, but it wouldn't poison him. It was a larger snake, and would feed the clan well. He had to catch it. With careful, deliberate, and shockingly light steps the long-haired warrior moved forward. Soon he was within a fox-length of the snake. He ran his tongue over his jaws in anticipation. Even if he wouldn't be eating the snake personally, it would make a nice meal for someone in his clan. The snake was atop a rock, sunning itself. It would be slower than normal due to the cold, but it would still be able to put up a fight if he wasn't careful. His tail twitched back and forth as he waited for the perfect moment to strike. The wind was on his side, the snake's back was to him, he leapt, landing with his paw just below the snake's head just as he had been taught as an apprentice. The snake writhed a little, but he ended it's life quickly and painlessly. He took the now limp body up in his jaws and jumped down from the rock, scratching out a place and burying it so he could get it on his way back to camp. He turned from the snake, his tail high with elation at the catch. If it was Newleaf or Greenleaf the catch wouldn't be so exciting, but in the dead of Leafbare it was quite elating. He stopped short when a scent hit him. Just ahead was one of his clanmates, but he couldn't be sure who because the winds changed so he couldn't exactly smell them. In true Badgerthorn form he turned and began to walk the other way, hoping that the changing winds wouldn't carry his scent to them. 512 words, good muse, open post.

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[atrb=background,http://i958.photobucket.com/albums/ae64/Byonten/Browntail_Main.png] The morning had gone by quickly, and it was nearly sunhigh now. And somehow, Browntail found herself going on her own solo hunting trip. She'd been doing that quite frequently as of late, what with leaf-bare bringing a strain down on the Clans, as usual. Luckily, BoulderClan had it somewhat better than the other Clans, because most of their prey didn't migrate or burrow into the ground for leaf-bare. In fact, most of their prey simply slowed down. Which made them much easier to catch and to kill. And that's what Browntail had set out to find; lizards and snakes, both of which slowed down during leaf-bare. The air fogged up around her as she breathed out slowly, slowly to a stop to look for any signs of life. Life that would soon be ending, should she be able to find it. Her ear flickered as she heard the sounds of snow shuffling and scratching on the rocks. She had set out to find easier prey, but she knew that unmistakable sound; it was a mouse, and she knew exactly where it was. Instinctively, Browntail lowered herself to the ground, forcing herself not to shiver against the cold snow. Slowly, she began crawling towards a large boulder, peering around it to see a mouse, if it could even be called that right now, chewing on a bit of grain at the base of it. Browntail's ears flattened with the rest of her body, trying to remain unnoticed. This mouse is pathetic, was the only thing that crossed her mind as she awaited the perfect moment to strike. Finally, after what seemed like moons, Browntail launched. The mouse had barely enough time to start running before a swift bite to the neck killed it instantly. Browntail picked the now-dead mouse up by the tail, silently thanking StarClan for it. Better bury it, she reminded herself. Then, trotting around to the front of the same boulder, she scooped a small hole and plopped the mouse inside. Just as she had finished covering it with dirt and remaining snow, the shifting winds carried a familiar scent; it was her brother. Her head looked up from the buried prey, and she wondered if she should go and greet him. After all, they hadn't been very close ever since the incident with their father. With a quick shake of her fur, she decided that he was her brother and she should go greet him. It didn't matter how he treated her now, kin was kin. So she took off in the direction of scent, slowly moving into a gallop. Soon enough, the sight of Badgerthorn's large black-and-white body came into view and she yowled, "Badgerthorn!" Without giving him any time to react, Browntail leaped in front of him, blocking his way with smiling eyes. "Are you out hunting, too?" she mewed sweetly to him. WORD COUNT: 477 COMMENTS: --- MUSE: Decent

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/250uqa9.png] For a moment, he thought he'd escaped without being noticed. He'd padded a couple of fox-lengths away, and he was beginning to relax when he heard the cat call his name. He instantly recognized the voice. Browntail. His only sibling. She'd been his very best friend throughout his kithood, and he'd always gotten her into trouble. She always accompanied him on his dangerous 'missions' and at night he couldn't sleep if he wasn't snuggled up next to her. But their relationship changed suddenly when the death of their father caused him to close himself off to the world. Just like everyone else, he pushed her away. He was mean to her until she finally just left him alone. Recently they'd had a tentative relationship. Maybe conversing over the freshkill pile, or just smiling at each other when they passed. They weren't anywhere near friends, though. He stopped as he heard her leap down from a rock. She landed right in front of him, and he licked his chest calmly. Even though he'd been enjoying his alone time he gave her a friendly smile. He didn't really want to push her away anymore, but he didn't want to pull her close either. He wanted to be friends with her, and he wanted them to act like siblings, but he didn't know how to fix it. Due to his immaturity he didn't have the social skills that most cats his age would have. He just sort of bossed everyone around and worked all the time. It helped him to keep his mind off of things that didn't matter. Like how he would never be deputy or leader, or how his father was dead before his time, or how he was in love with his best friend, or how he didn't have any type of relationship with his kin. Yes, keeping himself busy was good. She spoke again, and he found her voice to be rather loud. She wasn't actually speaking loud, but the only voice he was used to hearing was Fernwhisper's.. And her suffix was whisper for a reason. Browntail asked him if he was out hunting as well. "Yes," he replied simply, "I've managed to catch one snake. How is the hunting going for you?"

[/color] It felt odd to him to carry on a conversation with her, but at the same time it felt good. They were thirty moons old, it was time they had some sort of relationship. It was also time for him to develop a relationship with his mother. She was getting older, and would probably join the elders in their den soon. In a selfish sort of way he wanted to leave the gap between them, because he didn't know how long she would have after he befriended her again. But he knew it would mean a lot to the she-cat if she could have her son back. Yes, he'd been sulking for much too long. Yet, even though he realized it, he didn't want to stop. He didn't want to admit that he was wrong and try and apologize to every cat in the clan for being rude to them. Maybe he never would, but Browntail was a good start.

545 words, good muse, open post.

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[' Swifty ?!]

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[atrb=background,http://i958.photobucket.com/albums/ae64/Byonten/Browntail_Main.png] Browntail watched her brother eagerly for a response, gazing at him as he licked his chest with smiling amber eyes. She almost couldn't sit still, over the excitement of talking to him. After all, they hadn't had a proper conversation with one another in moons, and honestly Browntail didn't expect this one to last very long either. Her tail lashed back and forth, not from tension, but from excitement. It almost felt as though she had that... butterfly feeling in the pit of her stomach. You know, the kind of feeling someone gets when they're nervous. "A snake will feed many cats today!" she meowed, with a purr slightly mixed in. Her purr grew louder and faster as she kept her eyes on Badgerthorn, and his magnificent black-and-white pelt. The pelt that oh so resembled their father. Suddenly her ears drooped at the though of him. Yeah, she still sometimes felt a pang of guilt that Frostface had to protect her that day. Maybe if she hadn't hesitated, he'd still be alive today. She shook her pelt to rid herself of the feeling and memory. This was not the time to sulk; not when she had a chance to bond with her brother. Badgerthorn was often at Fernwhisper's side back in camp, and they were rarely ever assigned the same patrol, so it was rare indeed for her to be able to approach him like this. "Me? I've only caught a mouse, so far." Her mew was small and sweet-sounding, as usual. She felt sort of awkward saying that after Badgerthorn just got done telling her he'd caught a snake. They were much preferred in BoulderClan over a mouse. But hey, Browntail was just out to get whatever she could find. As she opened her maw to speak again, a scent wafted in and she froze, listening for the source of the smell. It was another mouse. Ducking down, Browntail turned her attention on a small patch of grass to the west of her, which was rustling only slightly. As she creeped forward, remaining low to the ground, the mouse finally came into view. She was praying that Badgerthorn didn't make any noises that would alert her prey to her presence, but she wasn't about to speak up. That would only alert it herself. She wriggled her haunches, making ready for the pounce. The mouse hadn't seemed to realize that she was there, which made Browntail confident she would catch it. Finally, with one kick off the ground, Browntail launched herself. She batted the mouse into a nearby boulder, stunning it just long enough for her to make the killing bite to it's neck, a pitiful squeal filling the air. And once it stopped kicking and fighting, and Browntail was sure it was dead, she stood up; the mouse still dangling from her jaws. Cautiously making sure no enemy cat was watching, she buried the freshly killed mouse at the very base of the boulder she'd thrown it into. "Two mice now," Browntail bragged, trotting back over to her brother like a proud apprentice who'd just made their first catch. "Hey, why don't we hunt together?" she asked, licking a paw and swiping it over her face. It had been a while since they'd hunted together, and although she half expected him to say no, she thought it was worth a shot anyway. "Like old times!" she proceeded to purr. WORD COUNT: 567 COMMENTS: --- MUSE: Good

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/250uqa9.png] Badgerthorn purred at his sister's complement. He'd known that the snake would feed the clan well, but it was nice to hear someone say it. Of course, maybe if he was a bit nicer, they could After all, a comment like that would normally be responded to with a grunt and a mean look. Badgerthorn never played the blame game with his clan, because he knew who was to blame. If he could give himself any sort of complement, it would be that he was honest with himself. After all, not many cats could say that. He was as brutally honest with himself as he was with every other cat. He treated everyone the same, except for Fernwhisper, and more recently Browntail. He didn't see why he couldn't have a relationship with his littermate, after all, they had been so close when they were younger. It was time for him to take a stand and get over what had happened so many moons ago. She went on to say that she'd only caught a mouse, and he could hear that she felt a little ashamed. "Hey, food is food, the clan will be grateful for anything we bring back," in a darker and more silent voice he add: "Or at least they should."

[/color] When he made comments like that they were mostly directed at Ghoststar, who he couldn't stand. He hated that not clanborn cat with everything inside of him, and the fact that he had to listen to him and treat him as a superior burned him up inside. Even though he wanted to be leader more than anything, he really didn't care who lead them as long as it wasn't him. But then again, he was probably better than that incompetent fool Whitestar. It was beyond him how he'd become the leader of HillClan. But at least he was clanborn.

Badgerthorn heard the mouse a second after his sister did, but she was already down her belly hunting it. He ceased all movement, careful not to hinder Browntail's kill. To him it didn't matter who killed it, because in the end it was going to help the clan. Even though he felt proud that he'd killed the snake, he felt just as proud of Browntail for her two mice. She padded back over to him, announcing that the kill was successful, even though he was already aware of that from the way she'd killed it by slamming it against a rock and then ending its life quickly. He nodded to her with a small smile.

"Hey, why don't we hunt together?"

He proposal caught him off guard. In truth, it had been so long since he'd hunted with another cat out of free will that he almost said no. But then he reminded himself that if he wanted to have a stronger relationship with his sister, this was a good place to start.

"Sure,"[/color] he said, padding over to her.

488 words - okay muse.

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