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[color=0048d1]"Yeow!!"[/color] Rainpaw lept up in pain, the tip of his tail pulsing after the other feline's foot came down upon it. Rainpaw glared at Wildpaw as the young tom skipped out of the den, dancing around the other cats about him. How his foot so clumsily fell on Rainpaw's tail, Rainpaw didn't much care, though he pushed the thought of revenge away from his mind. Now fully awake, a small breeze pushed its way through the eucalyptus roots, sending a shiver down the small cat's spine. After a brief yawn and a licking on his lips, Rainpaw trotted out from the den, into the chill air of the camp. The place was already buzzing with activity, as many cats were busy chatting or playing. Rainpaw glanced about in anticipation, noting the absence of Cavetooth. Though there was a brief moment of worry, Rainpaw pushed the thought down, as his grandfather had a history of slipping away from the camp at night.

In his boredom, Rainpaw meandered through the camp, nodding to the cats that looked his way. Though he had known these felines all his life, Rainpaw still felt a bit distant from most of them, and only met their gaze briefly before looking away. Finally, he had found himself near the fresh-kill and took his time to look over the scraps that remained. Picking at the pile briefly, he settled with what looked to be the remains of a fish's tail and pulled it to the side, propping himself up against a nearby tree, picking away at the little pieces of meat that remained. [color=0048d1][i]Just where could Cavetooth be?[/i][/color][hr]
 

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Adrenaline coursed through the old cat's veins as he sprinted along the forest floor, determined in his pursuit. Primal instincts had long since kicked in, and the thrill of the hunt pushed him forward, until he was finally upon it. A small shriek filled the air as piercing sharp claws dug into the fleeing rodent, followed by the brief few seconds of tackling and sinking sharp teeth into the creatures neck, shaking twice to end its life, then throwing it into the air with a childish glee. Though it wasn't something he usually had done, Cavetooth felt that having a good hunt after a long night of worrying helped to set his mind at ease, and he began his trot back to camp to begin the daily resupply of fresh-kill.

After arriving back at camp, Cavetooth waltzed toward the center to deposit the small rodent into the pile, turning his gaze toward his grandson. Rainpaw seemed rather content with his fish tail, making Cavetooth smile, before he went to sit among the cats that had gathered around Frostbite. As Cavetooth settled in, he locked eyes with the young Koa and nodded, his blank expression noting the silence they had agreed upon concerning the previous night.

[color=776755]"Ah, Shadestep, lookin' bright-eyed as ever, I see,"[/color] the tom smiled at the larger she-cat, trying to make idle conversation and clear his mind.