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Leaf-bare 13, year 7

It was day two of the strange-smelling cats being in camp. Asterpaw couldn't say anything, but if he could he wouldn't say he was happy with these odd, grumpy and injured cats sitting around under the constant watch of various different warriors. His blue eyes focused on one, an odd-looking tom with pale brown fur and a darker face and paws. Though he didn't like these cats being here, he was still curious and he wanted to get closer. So far, none of the warriors watching over the snoozing young cat had let him anywhere near. He was especially confused as to why he seemed to always want to sleep when the sun was up, especially when the nights were so cold now.

Silverfern was currently watching over him, grooming her pelt with long, meticulous strokes of her tongue. Asterpaw knew Silverfern to be less inclined to nudge him away from things he wasn't allowed investigate. She tolerated his intrigue, and he wanted to get closer. When he trotted near, his white paws pressing firmly into the smooth dirt, he saw Silverfern's ears prick in surprise. She did not move to stop him as he approached the oddly coloured young cat, her eyes amused. He frowned. It was the middle of the day, no cat should be asleep at this time. He nudged the other cat, but he did not budge. The tom was dead to the world. Wanting to know why the other cats tolerated this foul-smelling intruder, but not being able to voice his demands, Asterpaw gave a frustrated lash of his tail and batted his paw on Hollowpaw's face in an attempt to rouse him, his own blue eyes narrowed in hostility. As much as he was curious about this cat, he knew he was one of the cats that had attacked him and his family in the middle of the night for no reason that he understood. He already wasn't quite fond of this strange stranger. He slapped his paw down on his face in an attempt to wake him up, eyes sparking with hostility. He wanted these cats to leave, and soon.

WORDS ☆ 357 words Taxx                       
OOC ☆ This is so bad I am so sorry. My muse is just 0/0 at the moment.

[Taxx]

Hollowpaw had spent most of his waking time pacing the small area he and the other two NightClan members, she-cats both, had ended up after the raid. While he wasn't pleased about any of them being here, he couldn't deny that he was glad that he wasn't alone- not that either of them had been all that thrilled to see the big stinking furball dragging him along. He'd put up with a shred of fussing over from Lilyfrost, who'd noticed quickly enough that he was favoring a leg, but he had stoutly refused to accept TreeClan's medicine cat's help with it. It hurt, but so long as he kept his weight off it, it was fine.

He hadn't got much sleep that first day, too easily roused by the noise of TreeClan warriors stomping about like bad-tempered badgers, and night had always been when he was active, which made sleep impossible. Which meant, by the second day, he was ready to drop, curled in the darkest corner he could find and quite dead to the world.

The paw that tickled his nose, at first, tugged him from sleep: his eyes quivered, the barest sliver of green appearing between dark lids, but his brain hadn't caught up by the time the second blow came. Sharper and much more insistent, it snapped Hollowpaw into alertness and he was on his paws in a heartbeat, ears back, fur fluffed and fangs bared as he simaltaneously hissed and struck out with a paw to smack the fluffy white TreeClan tom right back on his nose. A sharp exclamation rose from a she-cat further away, and the sneering laughter from Waspstripe. "Do it again, Hollowpaw, and make sure you use your claws this time. That'll teach that ball of dandelion fluff to mess with you."

I'm a soldier till its over I will never fall
fearless hearts holding on through the night

Hollowpaw

NightClan

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