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Post by Foxpaw on Jan 3, 2013 23:55:52 GMT -5
Pineflame was in heaven. The young tom was lying stretched on a nice, warm stone, his red, slightly mottled pelt glowing as the perfect patch of sun soaked his fur, filling his entire body with warmth. His head rested lightly on his crossed paws, green gaze half-lidded as he stared out at a softly babbling brook. The smooth sound of water sliding over stone was the perfect lullaby, and he felt more at ease than every before. No responsibilities, no worr-
"Great StarClan, I bet you're even lazy in your dreams! Some deputy!"
And what in StarClan's name was Mousestep doing here?
And then his eyes snapped open, dark green, glowing with annoyance as he met his brother's sulky, irritated gaze.
"I've been hunting all day. What have you done?" Mousestep growled out, tail lashing.
Pineflame's gaze was cool and tinged with amusement. He cocked his head slightly, still leaving it resting on his crossed paws. "Why, I've organized all the patrols and led one myself, dearest brother. Why don't you run along and fetch me a mouse?"
Mousestep let out a sharp, angry hiss, storming off and leaving the ThunderClan deputy staring after him and allowing boredom to slowly sink in.
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