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Snapperjaw flicked his tail. "The journey will be even longer since we'll be making a couple pitstops." He headed towards the Hailclan border.

(@fortunata the forums tell me you're online, so i was wondering if you'd like to have Gracklefur be present for Sablepaw's naming ceremony. Pepperstorm will be their first stop, but they can pop by SC to grab him too if you'd like.)

(Here's some starters if anyone wants to use them )

Cederbristle found his leg growing more stiff with the cold weather, but he didn't let that get to him. Trudging through the snow, the tom found himself yet again drawn towards the twoleg place and that wonderful she-cat. He visited her quite frequently and some warriors were starting to ask questions, but he couldn't seem to stay away. The tom made sure to leave the most confusing tracks in the fresh snowfall in case someone did try to track him, doubling back, looping around and travelling through the undergrowth.

Cragshard padded into camp a trio of mice in his jaws, he felt quite fortunate to have found such a great catch. In all honesty, he had practically stumbled onto them, but that would be the last thing he would openly confess to. Dropping two of the mice on the pile, the tom kept one for himself and found an area clear of snow to settle down and eat.

Pebbleskip hummed softly as she watched the camp bustle with activity, using her tail to lazily draw in the snow beneath her. All her life she had been dreaming of being a warrior, and now that it had come true, she really didn't know what to do. Sure there were patrols and hunting trips, but there were only so many she could go on before other cats told her to sit and relax. She had also attempted to clean the elder's den but she was gently rebuked and told that it was the apprentice's job, not hers.

Goosepaw was bright eyed and bushy tailed, per usual, as he bounded through the snow his tail streaming happily behind him. He still could not believe he was an apprentice finally and Silverleaf was a good mentor, he liked him a lot, even though he got a tad upset at Goosepaw whenever he asked stupid questions, something that happened quite frequently.

Coalshatter narrowed his eyes as he stalked a squirrel, the small rodent sitting on the trunk of a tree, hopefully unaware of the young tom's presence. Fexinging his paws slightly, Coalshatter propelled himself forwards, but he had not compensated for the slipperiness of the snow and very quickly found himself hurtling headfirst into the tree. He hit with a dull thud, birds sent scattering through the air their cries of alarm filling the air, and clumps of snow came pelting down from the branches, covering the tom beneath. Surprisingly enough, regardless of his dismal failure that Applethorn would have been most disappointed with, by some stroke of luck, Coalshatter had still managed to kill the squirrel by brute force from his head. After the world stopped spinning Coalshatter managed to heave himself out of the snow, trying to shake the pain from his head and the show from his thick pelt.

Paleface was grumpy per usual. He hated the colder months the most and it was making his joints stiff, not to mention the new addition of Cederbristle to the elder's den had made it much more cramped than usual and that darn tom couldn't stop talking. On and on about StarClan knows what. Muttering under his breath the old tom stretched out his paws, his joints popping and shifting with the movement. He then fluffed out his pelt and curled back up in his nest, turning his back to the den's exit hoping to block out the sunlight that filtered through and possibly get a bit more sleep.