2-29-20 8:16 AM

A light rain pelted down as Bluefur sat just at the nursery's entrance. Her kits were inside, sleeping as dawn came. The sunlight's orange rays shining through the misty fog that had settled. Over the past few days she hadn't been able to speak with Firemoon. The ginger furred tom seemed to always be doing something to were he could never spend time with her anymore.

She had never realized how many patrols there were in a day. But then again, there was much more warriors now, so why did he have to be on every one? Kneading the grass she frowned. Was he avoiding her? I'll talk to him before he goes on a patrol. I spoke to Sunfall and I know for a fact that Firemoon isn't on it.

Streatching she watched for the usual ginger pelt. Spotting Firemoon pad out of the warriors den and take a mouse off the pile. "Firemoon!" Leaving the warmth of the nursery she hissed softly as rain wetted and matted her coat.

Pausing he waited till she was at his side. "Yes?" He mewed, taking a spot under a ledge where the rain wouldn't continually be dripping onto them.

Bluefur sat down, curling her tail at her paws. "Why have you been avoiding me?" She hissed. There was no use to try and sugur-coat anything. All she wanted was an answer, not anything less or more. And Bluefur didn't want to sit around and try to get him to explain before he says he has another patrol to go with.

Giving his chest an uncomfortable few licks, Firemoon sighed. "I've just been thinking alot, and I needed some time away from camp. Being on patrols in one of the ways," he paused, a troubled look entering his emerald eyes.

"And?" She pressed, her blue eyes narrowing onto the ginger warrior.

"And nothing. I'll check on you and the kits when I'm back from dawn patr-"

Growling Bluefur lashed her ruffled tail. "You don't have dawn patrol. But I suppose they won't stop you from joining, will they?" Turning sharply she flattened her ears, ignoring anything Firemoon had to say after that.

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The sun warmed his ginger pelt as they walked. Dawn patrol didn't have much warriors on it, White-eye was leading it, with Shadepaw and Thrustpelt too.

There was nothing to be said. Shadepaw was a quiet apprentice, he only asked a few questions whenever White-eye pointed something out. The young tom stayed beside his mentor, glancing back at Firemoon every now-and-then. But a quick glare and angry lash of his tail made the apprentice avoid him.

"See that bird, Shadepaw?" White-eye flicked her tail-tip at a small bird pecking at a berry bush.

The dark-furred tom nodded. "It's a sparrow," he mewed.

The half-blind warrior nodded. "Good, now watch and see how Firemoon catches it." She glanced back at him, nodding to the bird.

Why me? Sighing he padded forward. He had other things on his mind than hunting. Moving along the bracken he paused, waiting for the bird to hop closer to him on the bush. Croucing down he rolled his shoulders, wiggling his hunches and pouncing forward he caught the sparrow and bit into it's neck. The single crack of the sparrow's bones announced its death as he tossed it at Shadepaw's feet.

The tom jumped back, as it landed at his paws. Quickly he gave a meek smile, straightening out his posture. "Shouldn't you have gotten closer?" He asked, his head cocked slightly.

Firemoon shrugged. "I use to hunt along the smells and noises of the twolegplace. Going and jumping off roofs, why would I need to get closer?"

"Because we live in a forest, not the twolegplace." Thrustpelt murmured, his light green eyes flickering to the apprentice as he added louder. "Firemoon grew up differently than the cats in ThunderClan. He has good skills, but you will learn how to live in the forest like everyone else."

Giving a curt nod Firemoon sighed inwardly. He had good skills for anything, being to close could scare the prey away. But being further away, with the fact of surpirse, could also help hunt. Laying his tail across the apprentice's back he mewed. "I'll teach you those skills whenever White-eye allows be to. I do believe Sunfall asked me to when he saw how I hunted awhile back."

Giving the sandy-brown tom one last glance he flicked his ear. "Can we get moving? Standing around isn't going to help us hunt."

White-eyed nodded, giving a small sigh. "Yeah, let's keep going." Taking the lead she trotted forward.

There was a umcomfortable silence that he grew aware of. Something that seemed to pass between him and Thrustpelt. But he avoiding nothing more than the other tom as Shadepaw started to talk to him. Something about the different birds that lived in ThunderClan's territory.

3-1-20 8:26 PM