Sootpaw came bounding up to her mentor, Hawkclaw. She looked far more awake and ready to go than most of the cats that had just risen from their sleep. "Morning!" the small cat meowed excitedly. "What are we doing today? I'm ready to go!" She crouched down as if about to hunt something to prove her point. This whole mentoring business was still hard to understand but Sootpaw was eager to learn regardless.

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Oakstar rested his gaze upon his deputy. Burrpelt had earned his trust since the early idea of the clans and, while they might not always see eye to eye, he did hold respect for the other tom's opinion. He was a reliable hunter and warrior after all. Surely he would make a fine leader in the future. 

"You're right. We don't need to be loosing territory, especially since we just got it." he mused. The clan was in a weak state. Not every cat was completely loyal. Some question his leadership and other questioned the need for clans completely. "The most important thing right now is to make sure the clan is unified. Or at least appears that way. Perhaps I should lead the patrol? Or simply be apart of it. It would be nice to go out of camp for a little bit."

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Harepaw noticed another cat approaching him out of the corner of his eye. His ears went back slightly and he unsheathed his claws. It was all instinct. Before the clans, it felt like he was always fighting to keep his prey and old habits die hard. Even now he was ready to fight with clanmates for what he felt was his alone. He let a lone warning growl at the cat until he turned his head to see it was Screefoot, his mentor.

He relaxed a bit, tucking away his claws and ceasing his growling. However, he still appeared to be quite fowl. Harepaw scoffed at her suggestion, with his tail lashing from side to side as he looked at her critically. "A hunting lesson? I already know how to hunt. Don't waste your time and more importantly, don't waste mine." he grumbled.