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Post by pookakin on Aug 14, 2014 16:25:09 GMT -5
Rainfall yawned, stretching their limbs one at a time. The morning was unusually chilly, for a greenleaf day. The sun had been up for a little while, but not enough to warm things up. Hopefully it would do so quickly. Prey ran better when it was comfortably warm.
They cast a glance towards the apprentice's den. Fleapaw should be up soon. Last night, they'd told her to be ready for some hunting training in the morning. She would be up soon, and they could begin. Content (and a bit sleepy,) Rainfall reclined comfortably near the exit of the camp.
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