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[center][color=silver]Leaf-bare was something that he always hated. Even though the Tribe did not have to suffer from the sweltering heat of greenleaf, leaf-bare brought along hunger and sickness. While he wasn't fond of having nothing exciting to do, like fighting off battles or scrapping with the rest of the Tribes, [b][color=f9ad81]Flamestorm[/color][/b] did not enjoy the thought of having to freeze or suffer from lack of prey throughout the harsh moons. 

Well, at least there were some exciting things that he [i]could[/i] do. The sighting of the snake within their territory certainly put many of their Tribemates on edge, and he had tasked with the duty of removing it. Well, him and a few others, of course. [b][color=fff79a]Nightpaw[/color][/b] had been told to come along to help, and he was honestly surprised while Frostbite did not accompany them. A few of the other warriors had come along as well, and the extra company meant that they would be able to take care of this rather quickly, but Flamestorm was probably the one that was mostly in charge of the black and white she-cat.

[color=f9ad81][b]"Keep an eye underneath the brush and ditches,"[/b][/color] he told the rest of them, his tail flicking as he spoke. His voice was commanding and arrogant, as he had assigned himself as leader of their little expedition. If he had to suffer alongside Nightpaw, then he thought he should have a little fun.

Nightpaw bounded excitedly after the warriors, grinning as she pounced upon a twisted branch that jutted from the undergrowth. [color=fff79a][b]"Where do you think the snake is hiding?"[/b][/color] the young apprentice pondered aloud.

He couldn't help but roll his eyes. [color=f9ad81][b]"We don't know that, yet, Nightpaw,"[/b][/color] Flamestorm's voice held a hint of annoyance. [color=f9ad81][b]"Keep your mouth shut and ears and eyes open. You'll scare it away if it hears that tongue of yours." [/b][/color] 

The she-cat growled something under her breath, but he didn't pay it any mind as she leapt off the branch. Once again, Nightpaw took her place beside his flank, between the warriors. She was safe there, he supposed, as long as she didn't bound out of their reach again.[/color][/center]

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[color=silver]The dream was as vivid as ever, even as dawn sent its light upon the sandy beaches of Big Paw. It wasn't very often that the tom dwelled on visions and dreams and prophecies for so long, as Wolfmask found that stressing himself out over a misshaped piece of moss or a simple sighting of the stars within his dreams was something that could affect his health. But this was different. The vision that he experienced was terrible and cruel, and it had gone so far as to make him flail in his sleep. Whatever SkyTribe was trying to tell him, it had to be important.

A large yawn escaped him as he crept into the den, his tail waving slightly behind him. There was a chill in the air, but thankfully, his fur protected his skin from most of the unfortunate sensation. Even as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, there was a deep pang of worry within Wolfmask's chest. Hopefully, his apprentice, Rosepaw, wouldn't see that he was worrying about something. If SkyTribe hadn't told her, then there was no need for her to know yet.

He didn't even acknowledge her mew of greeting as he struggled to wake himself up, shaking out his fur and sighing. Why couldn't he have told Swiftsky and Frostbite and the rest in the morning? He was so tired, now... then again, maybe it had been for the best, telling them as soon as he could.

[color=f26522][b]"Hm?"[/b][/color] Wolfmask turned towards the she-cat at her question, his reddish-amber eyes glimmering at her. Rosepaw had asked about a herb. What kind of herb? Well, [i]she[/i] didn't know. All that she stated was it had small yellow flowers and oval-like leaves. [color=f26522][b]"Ah, that's hawkweed, Rosepaw,"[/b][/color] the tom continued. [b][color=f26522]"It's very important if we keep ourselves stocked with herbs such as hawkweed. While it isn't really as helpful as catmint, we can use it whenever we run out."[/color][/b]

His ears pricked for a second. [color=f26522][b]"Speaking of which..."[/b][/color] Wolfmask glanced at her. [color=f26522][b]"I think we've run out of blue ginger and tassleflower. I usually keep those well-stocked for leaf-bare, but it must have slipped my mind."[/b][/color][/color][/center]

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[color=silver]The Tribe was already bustling, and [color=0076a3][b]Iceheart[/b][/color] hadn't even gotten himself to be fully awake. He stretched and groaned as he shifted in his nest, his nose sniffing the air. While his throat was itchy and scratchy, the tom supposed that it was because one of the pieces of moss had worked its way into his mouth. Lucky for him, the itchiness soon faded away as he groomed himself before making his way outside.

He didn't really talk to anyone; it was too early for conversation, anyway. Instead, he walked towards the fresh-kill pile. There was a tasty-looking fish near the bottom of it, and Iceheart's eyes savored it greatly as he approached. Grabbing it by its tail, he pulled it away near a sunny portion of the camp, and sunk his teeth into its savory flesh.

The grumbling within his stomach stopped soon after that. Iceheart took precaution with picking his way around the sharp bones of the fresh-kill. [color=0076a3][i]Thank SkyTribe it's fresh,[/i][/color] he thought to himself as he licked his lips. [color=0076a3][i]Wolfmask would have had a fit if he saw that I was eating fish that wasn't good for me.[/i][/color]

There was a commotion near him, and he turned to see that Frostbite had been talking with Greycloud and Silverfish. Was it about Streamkit and Stonekit, again? Iceheart couldn't help but let a small smile crawl over his lips, but it left his face quickly. The two kits were a lively bunch, and soon they would be made into apprentices. He wondered if he would get a chance to mentor one of them.[/color][/center]