Can I Get Away? (Open)

[Midnightstar]

Midnightstar pulled herself out of the nursery, Dawnkit and Duskkit tripping her as they followed. The leader groaned in annoyance, her tail flicking. She sighed, "Dawnkit, Duskkit, why don't you go play a game with a warrior?"

"We want to play a game with you!" Dawnkit mewed.

"You've played games with me all morning..." Midnightstar looked around for any cat in ThunderClan that would like to play with some kits, desperation showed obviously in her eyes. Please... I just want to hunt- and I don't even like to hunt! She thought, closing her eyes for a few moments' rest.

"Midnightstar! Midnightstar!" Dawnkit mewed, trying to pounce at her mother's tail. "Move your tail faster! I want to see if I can get it.."

Midnightstar held in another sigh and lashed her tail- both our of anger and for her kits' amusement. She felt claws poke into her tail and she jumped a bit, turning to see a long-haired gray tabby. "I thought... Where's Dawnkit?"

Duskkit looked up at his mother with round blue eyes, "I dunno."

Midnightstar panicked, but figured Dawnkit was fine- it had only been a few moments, after all. "Any cat want to find Dawnkit and play with Dawnkit and Duskkit?" She called.

[ƒallen ☆]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, width: 340px;][STYLE=text-align:center; padding: 10px; height: 100px;][/style][STYLE=border-bottom: 1px dashed; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 30px;] [/style][STYLE=margin: 10px; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; height: 300px; padding: 0px 5px 0px 5px;]Fawnstrike let out a sigh of relief as she placed the two mice down on the fresh-kill pile. Finally, she could relax. She'd been working nonstop all morning, waking early to join the vigorous dawn patrol and then joining a hunting patrol soon after. If that wasn't enough for one morning, she'd stayed out a bit later than the other hunters, and she only had a decent amount of prey to show for it. It was only enough to feed one cat. Fawnstrike groaned. All that work for barely anything. At least someone was going to eat well today. Fawnstrike selected the two plumpest mice she could find and padded over to a shady spot in the camp. It was a bit warm out for leaf-fall, and after being in the sun all morning, even under the trees, she was a bit hot. Fawnstrike lay down with a contented sigh and began picking apart the mice, delicately savoring the bites of flesh as they came. Fawnstrike ear's perked at the sound of Midnightstar and her rambunctious kittens, but she ignored them. The last thing she needed was an interruption in her moment of peace. Fawnstrike finished of the mice quickly and let out a sigh of relief as she sprawled out on the cool soil. She listened as Midnightstar tried to appease her kits while getting more frustrated all the while. Suddenly she heard he leader mew some sort of distress call. "Any cat want to find Dawnkit and play with Dawnkit and Duskkit?" Fawnstrike groaned and looked away. She didn't need to be a StarClan cat to know that that cat would most likely turn out to be herself, and she was not in the mood for playing with kits. However, she felt a pang of pity for Midnightstar, who was being constantly pestered and irked by her children. It would be the right thing to do if Fawnstr--- No! She wouldn't do it. This was her moment of relaxation. She wasn't going to waste it on some kits. Who cares if they were adorable? Who cares if they aren't being played with? Who cares if their mother was going to have a meltdown about it? Fawnstrike sighed as she realized she did. Suppressing a moan, Fawnstrike got up and padded over to the black she-cat and her kittens. Fawnstrike put on a winning smile. "Hello Midnightstar, Duskkit! I'd be happy to take the little furballs off of your hands. You look like you need a break anyway. I'll try and find Dawnkit, too." Fawnstrike meowed to her leader, giving her a polite nod before leaning down to speak to Duskkit. "Hey there kiddo! Any idea where your sister went?"[/style][STYLE=border-bottom: 1px dashed; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 30px;] [/style][STYLE=margin: 10px; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; text-align: center;]words 450 - tagged Midnightstar, Duskkit, and Dawnkit - notes feel free to be weirded out by my kitty. FIRST POST![/style]

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[Midnightstar]

"Thank you so much, Fawnstrike! Tomorrow's yours to do whatever you want- any patrols you get assigned to and don't want to go on, tell them I said you're fine." The leader dipped her head gratefully to the warrior and bolted out of camp, happy to be away. Don't get Midnightstar wrong, she loves her kits more than anything in the forest but it's extremely hard to be around them all of the time. Dawnkit and her energy and Duskkit and his needing to know everything although he's usually quiet and good at keeping his older littermate out of trouble.

Duskkit sighed and rolled his eyes, "This happens a lot- Dawnkit's here one moment then gone the next." His long-furred gray tail flicked in annoyance at his sister, "I swear she can't sit still!" He looked around, "Best to track her by scent like you would prey, but I'm not good at scenting.." He meowed, trying to find his sister's scent trail. The tom lifted his head in an attempt to find even the slightest clue as to where his littermate had wandered off but was having a hard time of it. "She's probably hiding in some leaf pile," He said, looking back at Fawnstrike. Duskkit sat down, facing Fawnstrike, and asked, "What do you think?"

[ƒallen ☆]

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[/color] Fawnstrike quickly glanced around the camp before returning her gaze to Duskkit. As she listened to the kit speak, it made more sense. "Now you're thinking like a warrior! For a better chance at detecting her, we should split up to follow her scent trail. Start from where you saw her last, and continue on from there. However, if you don't think you an smell her, then we'd probably be better off just trying to spot her."[/color] Fawnstrike smiled to herself. She'd be a pretty good mentor, in her opinion. She gazed around the camp again, searching for leaf piles before noticing one close by. Fawnstrike whispered, "Let's check that leaf pile out."[/color] She gestured at it with her tail, and she dropped down into a hunter's crouch and motioned for Duskkit to try and do the same.

Fawnstrike crept a bit closer to the leaf pile before stopping. She looked over her should at Duskkit. "Here! I think I can scent her. Do you want to get her?"[/color] Fawnstrike whispered at the gray tom-kit. She smiled as she remembered doing things like this as a kit.[/style][STYLE=border-bottom: 1px dashed; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 30px;] [/style][STYLE=margin: 10px; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; text-align: center;]words 302 - tagged Duskkit and Dawnkit - notes eh. nothing much to say.[/style][/td][td][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, width: 10px;][STYLE= background-color: #9FBB4A; height: 65px;] [/style][STYLE= background-color: #83BB4A; height: 65px;] [/style][STYLE= background-color: #66BB4A; height: 65px;] [/style][STYLE= background-color: #4ABB4A; height: 65px;] [/style][STYLE= background-color: #4ABB66; height: 65px;] [/style][STYLE= background-color: #4ABB83; height: 65px;] [/style] [STYLE= background-color: #4ABBB2; height: 65px;] [/style] [/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[Nothing]

Fleetingthunder watched them closely, before approaching. "Well well, who are you?" asked the medicine cat.