bored to say the least. [open]

[cazzy]

&RAVENFOOT

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Alright, alright. He was up! No, really, he was awake. Ravenfoot snorted, rolling away from the light. What more did the sun want? It drove him from his sleep and now, now it was pestering him. Poking and prodding trying to get him to his paws. Stifling an angry hiss, Ravenfoot hid his face. Covering his eyes with one white paw.

Too late, the sun taunted him and the tom knew he had lost. All hope of drifting back to sleep had slipped away. Well, actually, it had gone as soon as opened his eyes. Not bothering if her looked crazy, the black and white tom hissed. Narrowing his eyes as he turned his head to the opening. The sun smirked at him, and Ravenfoot scrambled to his paws. Sending his bedding in different directions. Flicking his tail, the tom headed for the opening.

Ravenfoot had never been a graceful cat. That was painstakingly obvious as he picked his way, through his Clan Mates' beds. When he had successfully destroyed all the beds he could, unwittingly of course, he proceeded to the outside world. Taking in his surroundings, the tom sniffed. The familiar scents of MeadowClan flooded his nose. He let his eyes drift close, only for a second. But the sun was upon him again, urging his eye lids open. It gave him a little push, and the tom took a step. His eyes flung open and a look of anger took over his features. Today would be... Ravenfoot sighed, he didn't care.

ooc//
'cuz Ravenfoot needs friends.
Oh, and sorry for such a fail of a first post.
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[Crowzerplorodon]

With a field mouse hanging limply in her jaws, Foxflower glided into camp on her paws, nodding to those who greeted her. Her eyes twinkled with amusement as she noted that most of them looked even happier to see her since she was carrying prey-- most of the time cats did not acknowledge her quite this much. But it didn't bother the ginger and white she-cat, oh no. She just felt comforted that other cats were greeting her, no matter the circumstance. It had been awhile since she truly felt like she belonged to MeadowClan. In fact, the last time was the day she had been given her warrior name and her new clanmates chanted for her.

Gently she placed the dead mouse on top of the fresh-kill pile, pleased to see that it was looking plenty full, despite the seasons. Cats were doing a fine job of catching prey before they all scuttled off for their hibernation. Foxflower hoped that this would keep up as long as possible before Leaf-Bare really set in, coating the long grass in pure white jackets of snow. Hunting would become harder then, and not just because of the lack of prey. Hunting in a snowy meadow with bright colored coats and no place to hide while stalking was near impossible. MeadowClan would be at quite the setback.

Noises erupting from the warriors den caused Foxflower to turn toward the bushes, sensitive ears flicking as she tried to pinpoint what the noise was. Whatever it was, it sure wasn't graceful. She could hear the disruption from here, which was a little embarrassing for whoever was making the noise in the first place. When Ravenfoot came out from the den Foxflower couldn't hold back the soft laugh that worked its way out. After she had stopped the sound, the she-cat padded closer to her clanmate, wearing a smile over her angled features. "Good morning to you, dear Ravenfoot."

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[cazzy]

"Good morning to you, dear Ravenfoot."

Obviously, StarClan didn't love him enough to let him be this morning. No, by the looks of things, they hated him and wanted him to be embarrassed. Well then, he would show them. Ravenfoot wouldn't be embarrassed, and he would try, not very hard but still, to be civil. He almost felt the need to stick out his tongue, but the scent of his Clanmate kept him from being too stupid.

"Good morning, Foxflower," the tom meowed, his voice gruff. The tom turned his gaze onto the ginger and white she-cat. She seemed happy, perky even. Not at all the right emotions for the morning. Ravenfoot scowled, cocking his head as he thought. What made her happy? Did she like mornings? Or was she one of those special cats who could be happy all the time with no real effort?

The black and white tom could have spent considerable time on that subject. Possibly asking her if she was crazed. Fortunately for her, the topic bored him and his mind drifted. His gaze left the she-cat to lazily scan camp. His eyes locked on the leader's den. The large roots and boulders had always fascinated him. They looked so odd, but at the same time they seemed to fit perfectly in with their surroundings.

"Have you ever thought about the layout of camp?" He muttered, turning his head back to Foxflower. If it wasn't obvious, Ravenfoot was a brilliant conversation starter.