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The scent of decay fills the stagnant air. Blood stains the earth. Nothing grows here, and nothing ever will. There is no birdsong, no cheerful sunshine or warm breeze to stir the putrid air. An occasional scream from some miserable tortured soul shatter the crushing silence. Ghastly shadows dart across the landscape from no apparent source. This is a place of misery, of nightmares. To the lone feline lounging next to a pool of blood, this is paradise. A lone figure appears in the distance pealing out terrified mewlings, perking the silvery ears of the watcher. The pale cat races towards her, paws bloody and scraped by the unforgiving land. She blinks huge sapphire eyes and lazily climbs to her paws. Pausing briefly to lap up a few salty drops of the sticky crimson puddle she waits patiently. Claws flexing in and out of their sheathes in anticipation as the stranger finally reaches her spot of repose she cocks her head to the side. A false concern flooding her gaze she rushes forward just as the cat collapses. "What happened to you?" A beautiful flame point she-cat is gravely wounded and weak. Her jaw working furiously to create sound but none comes out. "You don't look so good my dear" the silver cat muses. A change sweeps over her. Her delicate face twisting in hatred. "You don't look so good at all!" Smirking in victory she circles the ruinous feline. Crouching low she snaps her fangs mere inches away from the fallen she-cats ear. A warning. "You know I don't believe your going to survive. It's tragic how I found you cold and lifeless, alone in this wasteland" Giggling as terror floods the doomed eyes the vicious she-warrior springs. Her pearly fangs crunching swiftly into the throat of her victim, hind paws churning to shred and tear the once perfectly groomed fur on her belly. It is over quickly. A pallor hazing over the lifeless blue eyes turning them ashen. New blood splashes onto the dusty earth. Silver fur matted with gore the she-cat drops her corpse and throws back her head to yowl. But before she utters a sound she is plunged into darkness. Screeching in fury she almost does not hear a familiar call.

Slammed back into her true conciousness Rainsong snarls. Leaping to her paws with tail lashing she has forgotten her whereabouts. Slightly red tinted claws unseathe to grip the wide mossy log beneath her paws. The fire that burns in her eyes is colder than ice. Forcing her claws to sheathe the beautiful warrior reluctantly sits. Bringing a forepaw up to lick her hooked claws her imagines she can still taste the blood. Blinking slowly the Nightclan she-cat glances about. Finding herself out in the mire. Fur rising along her spine as the call that woke her startles her again. Glaring upward she sees the source of the obnoxious cawing. A raven perched on the dead branches of a nearby tree. The bark is grayed and peeling, the ebonite bird calls loudly it's screech ringing through the light mist that is gathering over the swamp. Ears flattening in rage Rainsong slithers quietly from her sleeping spot. She flattens herself to the swampy ground. ignoring the cold seep of water that soaks into her silvery white belly fur. She positions herself directly under a low hanging branch and waits. Slowly but surely the fog drifts in wreathing around her as her striking peltage melts away until she is little more then a blue eyed outline with a slowly twitching black tipped tail.

The ringing calls continue and the stubborn bird shows no sign of moving towards her. Ever so slyly Rainsong taps her claws lightly against the tree. Moons of experience have taught her that above all else ravens are stupidly curious. Almost instantly it decends. Lighting only a few branches up it screeches its confusion. Again Rainsong taps the tree, it flies straight into the perfect position this time. Twisting it's black head side to side as it peers down at the swirling mist. It's gaze catches sight of the black tipped tail at the very last second, but it is too late. With an explosion of energy Rainsong launches herself upward. Forepaws extended above her head she snatches the bird in her deadly claws and rips it mercilessly from it's perch. Thudding back to earth she pins her prey and smiles her wicked smile. "Woke me up from a lovely dream you stupid bird, and now. . .you are going to die." Done playing with her food Rainsong tears it's throat out with ivory fangs and with one last obnoxious scream the raven goes limp.

Leaving her prey below Rainsong leaps up the branches of the wizened tree. Tail hanging, twitching ever so slowly, she gazes out across the territory. Her cerulean gaze narrows as she stares blankly ahead. It was quiet then the silence enveloping the misty, muddy pools. Nothing stirred as she sat enjoying the blessed silence. She very well couldn't go back to napping but going back to camp was even less appealing. A soft sigh escaped her jaws, she would wait until sunset to return after all she would be bringing prey so no one would question her absence. A noise caused her silvery ears to twitch. Was someone coming towards her or was it merly a trick of the swamp?

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[Phoenix]

He had become so accustomed to sticking to the shadows it had become second-nature to the tom, and he now did so without conscious thought. It was as if his paws instinctively knew where to find the shady places, and that was a curious thought. Hiddenheart pondered it as he made his way through the marshy forests that made up NightClan's territory. However, this area was far from his favorite. Amber eyes glanced down at his paws, which were once a solid onyx color. Now they were more of a murky brown color, and the feeling of wet dirt between his toes was less than pleasant. Pausing, the tom shook out a paw, watching as little globs of mud fell to the ground. Disgusting.

But he ventured further into the area, reminded of his purpose when he swallowed every few steps, conscious of his dry throat. Hiddenheart had been off hunting around NightClan's territory for the morning, and his thirst had grown with every success. Finally, he had caved in and started making his way to the nearest water source, even if that meant less than perfect quality drinking water. Paws squelched in the mud, which seemed as though it held more water with every step clower. Moisture hung thick in the air as well, visible in the layer of mist that blanketed the area, obscuring his view on the already overcast day. It dampened the forest sounds, too, and Hiddenheart had grown used to the eerie quiet that accompanied him and his soft breathing.

Which was why the fur on his spine spiked and his claws unsheathed when the shriek cut through the near silence. He froze, assessing the situation, ears alert for any further signs of life. None came, and the quiet closed in, even more oppressing than it had been before. Amber eyes stared around him, focusing particularly hard in the direction that the scream had come from: directly in front of him. It wasn't comforting to say the least, but he could convince himself that the cry had not belonged to a cat.

And so he pushed forward, senses now on high alert. Entering the area where the pools lay, Hiddenheart glanced around. Amber eyes fell on a weathered, twisted tree, narrowing at the sight of the bird at it's base. It's neck was wide opened and the scent of blood now permeated the air. That meant that another predator, be it a cat or some other animal, was around. Eyes flicked to the tree above the dead bird, noticing a brilliant patch of white balanced in the branches. The warrior did not pretend to know his clanmates well; being more of a recluse than anything, Hiddenheart barely knew the names of the new apprentices, let alone what they looked like. So it came as no surprise to him when he found that he could not name the cat - it was definitely a cat - from a distance.

Unbothered, he made his way to the muddy pools, picking the one with the clearest water. Shielding his disgust from the observer, he bent his head and lapped up some of the stale water. It was as disgusting as it looked, but it did it's job. Idly, the tom wondered what the white feline in the branches must be thinking, but decided that it was of no consequence to him. His clanmates could think anything they wanted, so long as they did not act on anything that would harm himself or others without good reason.

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I blame it on my ADD baby

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The pretty silver shaded she-cat carefully rotated her body. Twisting her paws around with claws unsheathed to turn herself around in order to face the direction of the soft, near nonexistent noise. She blinked slowly her head tipping slightly to the left in perlexion. She could have sworn she heard something. Her delicate, pink skinned, nose flared as she sniffed the misty air. Damp soil, delicious blood smell, and a hint of fresh Nightclan. Her nose in the air the she-cat slithered down the tree, her claws stripping of a few scraps of dead bark as she descends. Her paws luckily found a patch of soggy but stable grass and branches making it easy for her to regain her balance. She paused to sniff the air again, certain she scented a clanmate close by. Stepping carefully in little pools that were more water then sucking mud she slipped across the mud bog semi-quietly. With a little splash she bounded onto an overturned log. Her dark blue gaze fixating instantly on a familiar black form. 'Hiddenheart? She muses her ears perked forward, she felt no need to put up her walls. Her mask that covered her emotions, her impenetrable barrier that reflected only false happiness. She doubted Hiddenheart would notice or care if he did. Her forward momentum halted so suddenly the she-warrior felt her back legs continue to move forward. Her claws sank into the rotted wood and she stilled with the minimum amount of scrabbling. Her ears flicked in dismissal it's not like she was really going to fall into the muck not in a thousand moons would she be so clumsy.

Rainsong dipped her head but did not approach Hiddenheart. Carefully her tail draped itself around her forepaws as she sat. A look of uncertainty crossed her usually frozenly friendly face. Should she make conversation or just walk away? She hadn't really gone past polite greetings with the tom so she didn't know what really should be said. In her agitation her tail-tip flipped back and forth. Her jaw tightened then relaxed, opening slightly as if to speak then snapping shut with a soft clink. Her gaze remained riveted on the ebonite feline her nose wrinkling slightly as he lapped at the stagnant pool."Isn't that gross?" she blurts. Her tail tip flicking up over her mouth in embarrassment. Her jaws squeezed shut she looks away from Hiddenheart. Torn between simply rising and fleeing the scene and stubbornly staying put Rainsong flexes her claws, glaring balefully at the sodden ground. It wasn't like her to be so open about what she was feeling but she didn't feel like keeping up her nice girl act. She very highly doubted Hiddenheart was going to go running back to camp spouting about how strange she was acting. She doubted he even knew her name. Anger flickered in her eyes, her attention totally on the tom now. She dared him to get her name wrong. After being woken from a nap she would be in no mood to be insulted.

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[Phoenix]

A movement out of the corner of his eye made the tom raise his head and look in the direction of the old tree and the pure white she-cat residing in it. Only she was descending, unsheathed claws gripping at the gnarled bark as she wound herself down from the branch. Hiddenhearted straightened up and stepped back from the pool, trying to rid his mouth of the disgusting aftertaste of the muddy water. That was what he deserved, he mused, for drinking that horrid liquid. Though it seemed like it consisted more of dirt than water, Hiddenheart added as an afterthought. Never again. No matter how thirsty I am, never again. The small splash off to his side told him that she had reached the ground, and amber eyes faced that direction once more.

White paws had landed on a log, which he would not have trusted with his weight, as it looked rotten throughout. However, it appeared as though it would not crumble under her smaller, more feminine frame. His black tail curled in the air behind him as he stood there, watching his companion and waiting for her to make the first move. He preferred to watch and wait, analyze the situation before taking any action or making any decision. She nodded at him, and Hiddenheart found his own head dipping in response, returning the silent greeting. Much to his appreciation, the she-cat showed no sign of drawing any closer, instead settling herself on the log, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features. Hiddenheart's own expression remained impassive, as he tried to name the she-cat. Evidently her opinion of him had not lowered to the extreme, as she still decided to grace him with her presense. I am honored, The ebony tom thought dryly.

Then, of course, she had to go prove him wrong with the first words that passed between them. At the question, amber eyes glanced down at the murky substance by his side before returning to her. She had flicked her tail up to her mouth and pointedly looked away. That question had not meant to come out then, had it. "Gross is a slight understatement," Hiddenheart responded calmly, working on making the filthy taste leave his mouth. "I suggest that you avoid drinking this poor excuse for water whenever possible. It will quench your thirst, but the consequences are hardly worth it..." Had he known her name, he would have used it instead of letting his voice trail off. Instead of mistaking it, he decided that he would not address her until he remembered it. Now that she had moved closer, the tom found that he recognized her. The luminescent fur was hard to mistake and very distinctive, and he vaguely remembered some drama about a fox attack a while back. They were near in age as well, for he remembered sharing the apprentice's den with her. The name was right on the tip of his tongue, tantalizingly close and just out of reach.

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This is how an angel cries
Blame it on my own sick pride

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The silver furred she-cat blinked slowly. Feeling a little embarrassed when she saw him notice her tail clamped firmly over her mouth. She sighed softly. "Look I'm sorry I didn't mean to blurt that out that was rude of me." She mumbled. Her ears twitching nervously. Only perking up when she heard him say that gross was an understatement. She couldn't help a small chuckle. "Oh I bet." She purred. Her mood lifting slightly when she realized the tom didn't seem phased by her outburst. The she-cats dark blue gaze drifted over the mud filled pools as she wondered what to say next. Her attention was brought back to Hiddenheart after a few moments. Her tail tip fluttering in slight unease as she worked up the courage to speak. She wasn't sure if he would want to talk to one such as her but seeing as her mood had improved she still wanted to try and strike up a conversation. Feeling awkward perched on the log looking so regal and above him she settled into a relaxed crouch. A small content smile turning up the corners of her mouth. She waited just a little while longer, only the span of a couple heartbeats, before speaking. "I don't think I've ever introduced myself. My name's Rainsong, what's yours?" It sounded a bit foolish rolling off her tongue but most Nightclan cats didn't really bother to get to know each other and everyone kinda did their own thing. It wasn't uncommon for the cats that shared the same den to be strangers towards one another. She let it slide that the tom might not know her name. She couldn't blame him it wasn't like they had ever really done anything together. The fact that she asked for his name was to seem like she didn't know his name either. She did of course but why would she want him to know that?

Rainsong shifted a little, crossing her left fore-paw over her right. Glancing down at her mud streaked paws she narrowed her eyes. Bending her head she gave her left paw a quick groom. Nodding in satisfaction as her fur became a lusterous shaded white once more. The she-warriors mouth tasted foul, dry and dirty all at the same time. Sticking out her tongue the tiniest bit, her nose wrinkling in disgust she made a rather comical face. "Oh gross I see what you meant." Rainsong grumbled, dipping her head to lick her chest. As if that might get rid of the nasty taste in her mouth. When that didn't help she sighed and gave up. She was so absorbed with speaking to Hiddenheart she hadn't noticed the fog thinning. The air was clearing and the world seemed to become sharper. The blurriness the mist brought was easing and she could see all the tiny bugs zipping about over the mud pools. It was interesting to watch the tiny insects so busily darting to and fro like they were late for something very important. Rainsong wondered where they were going in such a hurry, what could be so important for one so small as a gnat to rush? Her thoughts drifted as she pondered the life of an insect.

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OOC;Sorry it's not the best my muse is all bleh today so it probably makes not a lot of sense.

[Phoenix]

An ebony tail flicked away the apology, brushing it aside without a second thought. While he would not have blurted out his first thought, other cats made a habit of it, and despite the lack of tact that resulted in this, he had learned to ignore it. Blurting rarely startled, or even offended him, and the tom accepted it as the way others viewed the world. He was always conscious of his own reticence and reluctance to speak, being a cat of few words, but just as he preferred listening, others enjoyed doing the talking. Even if said talking was a one-sided conversation. The she-cat appeared to be in the latter group, willing to talk and try to strike up a conversation. Perhaps, for the sake of the potential discussion, he should try to do the same? Hiddenheart briefly considered it before the other warrior's voice interrupted his thoughts.

Rainsong, that's it. Yes, the name was definitely familiar to his ears. Rainkit, Rainpaw, Rainsong. Something close to relief flooded him now that he could name the face, and he stored both in the back of his mind. It was pretty pathetic, he mused, that he shared a den with the feline yet could not have recalled her name if his life had depended on it. That was another thing to work on. But first, he would answer her question. "I'm Hiddenheart," He spoke neutrally, ever short. He had nothing else to say. His own day had been average, and he honestly did not care about what she-cat drama she might recite to him. Nor did he plan to tell her his life's story, just as he hoped that she would have no desire to tell him her's.

As Hiddenheart stood there, tail tip swishing slightly down by his paws, his mind wandered back to the number of warriors he did recognize around camp. He knew his sisters, of course, Fawnflight and Sandspots, and he could pick out his parents ten tail lengths away. Rainsong, he now knew, and naturally, he could identify Boneshadow and Ravenstar. Apart from those, who else would he be able to point out to other cats? Not very many. Even though he preferred his solitude in the forest to the bustle of camp, Hiddenheart was not unaware of whatever rumors had been started. Having been a victim of the rumor mill himself as an apprentice, he disregarded them, though some did have an element of truth. He could name a cat based on their reputation and any notable abilities or qualities, but if given a face and asked to name it, the ebony warrior had a feeling that he would struggle very much.

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Blinking slowly the white washed she-cat zeroed in on an insect that zoomed past her whiskers. Sniffing in distaste she flicked her tail. Turning her head away from the bothersome, distracting dance of the gnats she gaze down at Hiddenheart. Now that she thought about it he wasn't really much of a talker was he? Feeling a bit awkward she rolled easily up onto her paws. Pretending to stretch she turned in a few circles. Her ear rotating towards the midnight colored tom as he spoke his name. She nodded seeming slightly disinterested but in reality she was just distracted. Gesturing with her tail that she would be right back she slithered down from her half hazard perch and slogged through the mud back to her fresh-kill. Grabbing the big black bird by its neck she shook it roughly. Spraying small droplets of mud and nasty brown colored water in a small semi-circle around herself. The lifeless raven was still dirty but not nearly as much as it was before, with a shrug the she-cat made the quick return trip. Hauling the carcass onto the log was tricky and she had to use all of her claws to accomplish it. With a grunt of effort she tossed the bird down and smirked slightly as it's lifeless head flopped at an impossible angle.

Rainsong stared at the carcass for a few more moments. Her paw lifting to ruffle the feathers on it's chest. It had seemed so much larger when it was living. So puffed up an arrogant like it was the ruler here not the predatory wild cats. Her little smirk widened into a creepy half smile. "It never knew what was coming." She mused. Speaking more to herself then Hiddenheart. She fell into silence. A familiar feeling twitching at the back of her mind she had been maskless for too long. Without a concious thought the warrior's mask of fake cheer slid down over her face. Her malicious smirk was replaced with a faintly sweet smile. The victorious gleam in her eyes vanished, becoming a soft glow of one who was happy. Her ears straightened and her muscles relaxed. She was completley transformed but pretty sure that Hiddenheart wouldn't even know the difference. Her voice lilted with gentle humor as she spoke. "Would you care to accompany me back to camp dear Hiddenheart or do you have other agendas to attend to?"

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[Phoenix]

Watching impassively as Rainsong dug up her prey reminded Hiddenheart of his own catches, buried a little ways off on drier land. He would have to go back and remove the slimy bodies of frogs and a toad from their shallow graves. While he admitted that frogs were not the ideal meal - he had formed a strong dislike for their texture - they were food, another chance to regain strength. Any smart cat would take what they could get, and NightClan, much to the scorn of other cats, did. Frogs were what they could get; frogs were what they ate. Being insulted for eating one was only pathetic. Being compared to one on the other hand...

A soft thud brought the ebony tom from his thoughts, and the thing at Rainsong's paws attracted his attention. Almost immediately, he recognized it as a raven, a bird with feathers just as dark as his fur. They were intelligent, of course, and in his opinion, majestic to a certain extent. Despite his appreciation of their kind, Hiddenheart did not feel any sorrow as amber eyes landed on the broken neck. He barely caught the she-cat's words, her voice so soft that she could have been speaking to herself rather than him. Yet he responded anyway, eyes rising from the dead bird to her face. "The mark of a good hunter," He complimented her briefly, thinking.

The tom remembered vividly the shriek that had sounded through the forest. It had put his fur on end, sent his blood racing. At the time, Hiddenheart had managed to convince himself that it was not a feline cry, and if it was, there would have been nothing he could have done anyway. The cry had been cut off sharply at the end; he had just heard someone or something die. Could this raven have been that something? The blood curdling screech could very easily have been produced by a bird; in fact, the more he thought about it, the more it seemed possible. It looked like a fairly fresh skill, its body not yet completely stiff with rigor mortis. It looks like I found the source, He mused, not quite sure why it mattered to him so much. Perhaps it was because his question was now out of the unknown; he knew the answer now, and his imagination could not come up with some twisted story.

"I have no other places to be," Hiddenheart responded politely, lying a little. Having quenched his thirst, he could very easily return to hunting, but that could wait. Besides, a visit back to camp would not be a complete waste, as he could use the opportunity to check on the size of the fresh-kill pile and deduce how much longer he should stay out hunting. "If you want me to accompany you, I will."

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SAIL!SAIL!

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Her tail waved slightly as the she-cat tilted her head to the right. Her sparkling blue eyes blinking slowly. She studied Hiddenheart for a few moments. "Oh it's okay if you don't want to it was just a friendly suggestion." She mewed sweetly. Her ears standing erect as she smiled down to him. She really didn't care if he went with her or not but the sickly smell of decaying earth that permeated the mud holes was making her stomach turn. Usually it never affected her but her belly was sadly empty, she had forgotten to eat before she left camp earlier. The emptiness somehow sharpened the sensitivity in her nose and made the place around her slightly revolting. A soft grumble erupted from her belly. Sounding clearly through the silence between the two felines. Her ears flattening ever so slightly she coughed self conciously "Oh. .umm I guess I'm hungry then." She muttered trying her best to sound more sweetly embarrassed then outraged at her stomach's betrayal. She gazed wistfully down at the medium sized raven at her paws. Wishing with all of her dark little heart that she could just dig in. The warrior code got in the way of that idea though. Feeding the clan first blah blah blah. Sigh wouldn't it be simpler for cats to just eat their own catches and then feed the elders and queens with the leftovers? A subtle rise and dip of her shoulders signaled the tiny shrug she gave. Pushing away her thoughts she knew it was pointless to argue with the warrior code. It had been the same for as long as any cat's grandparents, mothers could remember. Although it seemed a little silly to her it was how things were done. She didn't particularly feel like doing apprentice duties for a moon over one measly meal. Besides Hiddenheart was standing right in front of her what would he think of her small act of treachery?

Rainsong flexed her claws as she thought. Her mind subconciusly tumbling through dozens of ideas all at once. She tended to think alot more then was neccesary and it was a bad habit to think of all the warrior codes she thought were stupid. She hardly ever acted on any of these thoughts but it felt nice to daydream about it. No she would keep her nice girl act up and be a good little warrior. She hated it but it was better then setting off on her own to be a worthless rouge. She even dared to think she might miss her clanmates. Might being the key word. Sometimes living in a large group of cats was so tiring and pointless to the silver furred warrior. Always doing everything for everybody else it felt like she never really did anything for herself. So busy being noble and fair and all that rubbish. She wanted to be bad sometimes and not have to fear the concequences. What was one little murder now and then? Really who would miss a dirty old Treeclan warrior anyway? Rainsong sighed softly. Her thoughts whirling down a dangerous path, one she wasn't particularly liking at the moment. At least not when she had an audiance, it was hard enough keeping a innocent mask on when she was thinking of butterflies and rainbows. She pushed her thoughts reluctantly to the back of her mind and returned her attention to Hiddenheart. He had no idea the darkness swirling in her mind and she was going to keep it that way. He probably would shred her for such despairing thinking.

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[Phoenix]

Her words came too late. He had made up his mind, and he planned to stick to it. Hiddenheart tended to be stubborn in that way, not allowing any room for him to second guess himself. He did not want to make doubting himself a habit, as it had become for some of the other warriors. In any case, the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to return to camp so he could get a glance at the fresh kill pile. "I'll head back with you," He reiterated decisively, shortly. It was not a long walk from camp to his previous hunting spot, and it was another excuse to be out in the woodlands, regardless of the mud.

Speaking of which, he shook out another paw, flinging the thick substance from his claws and between his toes. Though the feeling was fairly unpleasant, Hiddenheart had found that he had become accustomed to it, only noticing the sensation when it was a particularly wet mud much like the substance around this area. He had the muddy pools to thank for that. But what if mud did not exist? Think of how much drier every NightClan cat would be, especially during the wet season of New-leaf when the snow melted and the land thawed. It was something to consider... Ebony fur flowed as he moved into action, placing himself a more reasonable distance away from Rainsong and beginning to lead the way back to camp. His mind was still lost in the thougt of a mudless world, wondering what effect that would have on the prey. If, for example, frogs were still as abundant.

The sound of a stomach growling jolted him from his thoughts, and Hiddenheart turned his inky head to glance back at the white she-cat. She had a sheepish expression on her face, and mumbled something about being hungry. Very slightly, a corner of his lip twitched. "I can tell," He commented evenly, a slight amused ton to his voice. With his tail, he gestured toward the raven, deciding to make small talk. It was better than walking in silence. "Impressive catch, that raven."

OOC: Sorry my muse is dead

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