I'm getting out of here, who's with me? YOU. AND YOU.

[Mosspaw]

Mudfoot skittered out of the warrior's den, and straight into Poppypaw outside. "W- Poppypaw! Come on, you're coming hunting!" Mudfoot exclaimed, and ran forward again.
"Wait, what?!" Poppypaw meowed, charging after the young warrior. What was he talking about? "You aren't going to ask?"
"What's the point? We're all hungry and there's barely any fresh-kill, therefore we go out and get fresh-kill. Not that hard to figure out."
"I guess you have a point." The apprentice replied, wondering how anyone could be this hungry and have any energy whatsoever. Oh well, he shook it off and ran after the warrior, not sure where he was going. It was early in the morning, so most of the other cats were asleep. Where could he be planning on going to get anyone else? Mudfoot turned around and shot straight back toward Poppypaw, quickly dodging him. He ran straight to the warriors den and looked around. Flamepelt seemed to be laying the closest to the entrance, so Mudfoot jabbed him with a paw.
"Whaddaya want?" Flamepelt mumbled under his breath, glaring at the warrior, hostility in his eyes. He had been having a good dream, too, until this mouse-brain had come and woken him up.
"YOU are coming hunting with us, since the clan is starving, we need prey, and you seem to have nothing better to do." Mudfoot meowed, looking around the cave. Many others were sleeping in their nests, but he decided that he needed apprentices too. He prodded Flamepelt with a paw until he got up, then bolted out of the den once again. He took a sharp turn and ran to the apprentice's cave. He meowed in a regular tone, "I need some apprentices, any cat that's awake and hungry, come wait near the fresh-kill pile." He stepped outside, and beckoned the two that he had already woken over to the fresh-kill pile. He looked down on it, it wasn't even a pile, just some feathers and a skinny vole. This wouldn't feed a kit, let alone a clan. If no one felt like getting up, then he would get them up.
After the running around was over, the first beams of sunlight came down outside. Yeah, of course, it was raining. Again. The days would feel like nights and the nights would feel like nights, in other words, good luck waking cats up to go do their jobs.
Flamepelt sat down, and started to clean his fur, feeling Poppypaw lean against him, falling asleep. Actually, it would be a good time to assess Fernpaw, if she was awake. Just to see what she already knew, and all of that stuff. (Hint hint Cheez hint hint :o )

[.:Jaywing:.]

Blazepaw padded out of the apprentice's den, his eyes glazed with boredom. "I'll come.......I gotta get out of this camp," Blazepaw mewed absentmindedly, glaring at the all-too-familiar walls of the main cave. "Where are we going?" He asked casually. He saw that it was still raining, so they probably wouldn't catch much, but if they were going to be out then he wanted to come.

[Mosspaw]

"Anywhere and everywhere." Mudfoot replied, looking at the apprentice. "We'll be out all day hunting, until each cat has a catch for them self and another cat. That should be enough to start resupplying the fresh-kill pile." He looked around at the skinny group of cats, a hungry cat is a deadly cat, so this shouldn't be so hard.

[Bumblebee~*]

OOC: *too lazy to read it* ._.

Cherrypaw padded lazily out of the apprentice den. She was bored as ever, and the only thing that seemed to be on her Clanmates' minds was the fact that they were leaving. She didn't really want to leave now that she finally felt at home... but what was one apprentice going to say to make all the Clans change their minds? Oh well. Maybe the new place would be even better.

She saw a number of cats congregating together. Oh, maybe they're going to go on a patrol! Great, that'll give me something to do. She put on her best smile and padded up to the group. "Can I come?" She mewed. "I've got nothing to do anyways." She added. And for some reason, her thoughts travelled to a certain amber-eyed tom.

I'm glad Phantompaw's not here... he's a jerk. A creepy jerk.

OOC: Okay, so I'm low on warriors muse. ><

[Mosspaw]

"Yeah, you can come. Can we go now? I'm about to die." Poppypaw meowed, looking out to the drenched territory. Of course he didn't want to get wet. No one wanted to get wet. But it had to be done.

Mudfoot looked at the group of cats, before nodding. "Alright, let's go." He stood up, and charged out toward the territories, expecting the others to follow.

Flamepelt and Poppypaw were unprepared for the sudden burst of energy from the cat, but they stumbled to get up and run after him. Poppypaw wondered whether or not the other cats would be able to keep up, but oh well.

[.:Jaywing:.]

Blazepaw trotted after them, keeping a safe distance away from the other cats. A piece of prey for myself and one for another cat....great StarClan, we're going to be out all day! Blazepaw thought crossly. But he wasn't turning back now. Blazepaw shivered as a cold, rain-spiked wind pierced him like a badger's claw. Blazepaw spat in anger as a spray of cold rainwater hit his face. But he still didn't want to go back.

[Swiftfire the nz Pac-man]

Riverpaw raced out to the other cats. "Please can I come? I've done nothing but groom myself all day!"

[Mosspaw]

"If you can keep up, then come along." Flamepelt meowed to the apprentice, blasted in the face with the cold water.

OOC: What should we do about this thread, we can't continue it in territories, do you guys just want to time-lapse to when they get back that night?

[Bumblebee~*]

OOC: I'm fine with whatever. :X

Cherrypaw bounded after her Clanmates. YES!! She thought triumphantly.

OOC: Yep, definitely out of muse ><

[.:Jaywing:.]

OOC: That sounds good.

[Member]

OOC: Um, I'm going to say that you guys can go out hunting in this thread since Flint is like.... a buttflug. :\/

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