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There was a certain discomfort that plagued the large male as he slowly padded towards the Moss Meadow. It was the kind of discomfort that Boulderheart felt was comparable only to the sensation of being pinned down and having the life drained from you, or at least, what he imagined it would be like. The sun beating down on his grey fur was certainly not the same as having his blood sucked out, but he felt it was similar enough. Especially as he could feel himself baking alive beneath his own fur.

Still,the tom gave something of a playful smile, his eyes locking on a small form moving along the ground. 'Perfect, the clan could always do with a little more food.' He thought to himself, assuming the hunter's crouch, hoping that the rodent hadn't spotted him, though it was awfully hard not to when he hadn't even been trying to hide his presence. Still, the mouse hadn't run off yet, so he believed he might still have a chance, and with muscles rippling, pounced on his prey.

His teeth sunk into the rodent's flesh, killing it swiftly as the tom lifted his catch into the air victoriously. Another kill to bring home to his little 'family'. He couldn't hide the obvious happiness in his eyes, the thought of his catch feeding his clanmates bringing him utter joy and he quickly buried the mouse so he could bring it back to the clan later. He hadn't honestly set out here to catch anything, rather to enjoy some time away from camp, but surely it wouldn't hurt to spend a little time hunting before he returned home. Even if the heat was a little bit uncomfortable for him.

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Silentpaw oftentimes left StoneClan camp by his own free-will, but not because he enjoyed breaking the rules. Frankly, if he paid even the slightest bit of attention to what the rules actually were, he would be excruciatingly careful about never placing a paw outside of camp without a warrior stationed at his side. He had been a clan cat for a handful of moons, but had yet to develop any sort of understanding about what it meant to be in a clan in the first place. He still acted like he was a loner—like this was nothing more than a temporary stop along the way—which was probably why he hadn’t received his warrior name yet. It was a little overdue, but that was one thing among many things that he failed to realize. It simply couldn’t be helped that he lived inside of his own world.

Unfortunately for Boulderheart, his world didn’t account for the fact that buried prey that was already dead meant a warrior planned on coming back to retrieve it—and preferably in one piece. He stopped, puzzled by the foreign scent that touched the roof of his mouth; it only took a handful of seconds, however, for him to realize it was coming from beneath his paw.

Intrigued, the small tom-cat delicately brushed away the dirt that covered Boulderheart’s catch. Once he realized that is was a rodent, his face seemed to brighten, but only briefly, for it was quickly overtaken by a look of complete concentration. He had never liked how it felt to take a life, so that this rodent was in front of him—and already dead!—was a gift he couldn’t refuse even if he wanted to. With no regard for his surroundings, or the fact that Boulderheart could return at any moment, he slipped a tooth under the skin along the side of the rodent’s neck and began to make a small incision. He had never explored a neck before. This was going to be a far more interesting afternoon than he had originally planned for.

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Notes: I just want to apologize for Silentpaw's creepiness. Did I mention that he doesn't talk? This should be fun for poor Boulderheart.

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Whilst Silentpaw was busy with the mouse he had buried, Boulderheart was content to take his time, wanting nothing more than to enjoy his walk. The grey tom figured it would be best not to push himself too terribly hard today, lest he suffer a repeat of the last time he tried to push himself in high temperature weather. It would be best to spare his clanmates the worry and the extra water. Instead, he settled for walking at a brisk pace, keeping his eyes out all the while for any more mice that might cross his path.

Unfortunately he didn't find anymore mice and it wasn't long before he turned around to head back towards where his catch was buried, ready to bring it back to camp. When he got there however, all he saw was Silentpaw with his back to him, doing something. He wasn't quite sure what exactly, but the apprentice seemed rather invested in whatever it was.

Quietly, Boulderheart approached the young apprentice, his large form casting a shadow on the smaller cat as he grew near. "Hello there Silentpaw!" He greeted with his signature grin. "What have you got there?" He mewled out curiously, attempting to look over the apprentice's shoulder to see what he was doing

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When Silentpaw worked he tended to get absorbed into his own imaginary world. In that world, he was blissfully and irrevocably alone. He never had to worry about being disturbed or, even worse, caught (quite literally) red-handed. The real world, however, always had a bad habit of knocking on the brick walls barricading his mind from intrusions; Boulderheart’s body was hard to miss, even with the apprentice’s back turned and his shoulders hunched, because the shadow he cast was a rather large and intimidating one that nearly had Silentpaw jumping out of a layer of his skin.

He jumped, but he didn’t turn, because that would be an invitation to look at what Silentpaw was doing, and that was the last thing he wanted Boulderheart or anyone for that matter to do.

Instead, Silentpaw flicked his ears back in submission. It was unlikely that the warrior was going to leave him alone without doing a bit of investigating, but since there had been no hostility in his tone, and no indication that Silentpaw had done something wrong, he placed his paws on either side of the rodent’s body protectively. Boulderheart would only need to raise his voice to send SIlentpaw running for the mountains, but in those fleeting seconds, he felt brave enough to continue his work with a StoneClan warrior looming over his shoulder. He pulled his tooth out of the rodent’s neck, and a small stream of blood began to leak onto the ground. He blinked, as if the sight of its blood was startling to him, before turning it over in his paws and repeating the process on the other side of its neck. By this point, Boulderheart’s voice, and his presence in general, had become nothing more than background noise. Silentpaw, utterly mesmerized by the carcass in front of him, was oblivious to the warrior.

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Boulderheart watched as the apprentice jumped but felt a tinge of disappointment when he did not turn around like he was hoping. That didn't deter him though, in fact, it did quite the opposite. He was now curious as to what was so important that the tom couldn't turn around and face him, even after being startled. Intrigued, the older male craned his neck, attempting to look over the smaller cat to spot what he was holding, but to no effect. He did however, hear the trickle of a liquid pouring out onto the ground and his nose scented blood, giving him a good idea of what the apprentice might have.

Straightening himself out so that he stood tall and menacingly over the apprentice, Boulderheart cleared his throat. "I will ask you one more time Silentpaw, what have you got there?" He asked, his voice low and grumbling, a sound rarely heard from the fluffy tom as it was usually replaced by a lighter and more jolly tone. This time around though, there was a chance that his clanmate may have broken the warrior code and that was not something to take lightly.

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