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Leaves were rustling threw a well shielded den, and early streaks of light passing threw the branches on the bush that was called the leaders den. A limp white shape lie unmoving in the shadows. A green leaf landed cloose to the soft pink soft of the unmoving shape, and she sneesed. Winterstar's bright blue eyes blinked open drowsily, and her tail tip twitched with controlled excitement. Immediotaly small white paws shot out from the main body of the un moving shape, as they had been hidden under the thick fur, and she stook, gaining her balance. Winterstar blinked once more, then trotted out of her den.

The cool morning air hit her face right as she exited her warm den, and she was un preparded for how cold it was compared to her moss be. Blinking in the cool breeze, Winterstar looked around the camp that she had been caring for since she became deputy and smiled, sitisfied. Blue eyes locked on the fresh-kill pile, and on her way there she passed the Warrios Den, Winterstar took a quick peek inside before trotting over to claim her food. Gripping a fish in her teeth, Winterstar sat, white fur meeting a grass green floor, and started digging into her meal.

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Getting a claw in the side was not the nicest way to wake up, it was a well known fact, especially when you happened to be having a great dream about a huge back with perfectly chewy wings and was mouth-watering. Mossstump's head automatically went up as soon as felt it and her hackle's rose that was until she saw the tom beside her had just stretched out and was what looked like running in his place while on his slide and sleeping. She tilted her head and her nose twitched while she smiled, baring almost white teeth in s look that looked slightly odd on the BrookClan Deputy. Ever since the posistion had been given to her she became even more serious but still she felt that she was respected by the cats in the clan, and she must have at least been good enough to catch Winterstar's eyes. Finally, the grey and white she-cat stood up, her tail lightly brushing against the toms nose as she did so.

When she left the den the first thing she noticed was that the camp was fairly quiet, no over excited kits running around but it was also slightly cold compared to the shared warmth of the warriors den. Immediately, she fluffed her fur and looked over to her leader tucking into a fish, most likely left by a young apprentice already out hunting or from the previous nights hunt by numerous other cats. Bowing her head as she walked towards her leader Moss-stump gave a small, "Winterstar", politely, she respected her leader just like any other cat, even if her posistion was closer to her.

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'Winterstar,' Moss-stump was walking over to the pure white she-cat and she dipped her head politely. Winterstar took one last juicy bite of her fish, and sat up on two paws. "Hello." The BrookClan leader returned the polite gesture with a dip of her own medium sized head. The young she-cat picked up a paw, licked it wiht her oft pink tongue, and drew it over her face moultiple times in an effort to wash before she went out of patrol. It was a cold day, and even though she didn't want to, Winterstar knew that she would have to continue with the patrols as planned, and she was on the first one. "Moss-stump," The white leader asked in a high tone of voice. "Would you like to come on the dawn patrol with me?" It was an honor to go on patrol with the leader, even if you were the leaders deputy, and almost they're eaqual.

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Through the cave entrance, his bright golden coat glowing brightly and standing out more than even, the young apprentice slipped into the camp, two bettongs hanging from his jaws and a rather pleased look on his face, but not lit up with any form of happiness. Barely noticing the deputy and leader, the tom padded over to the large, flat stoen in the middle of the camp that was littered with a rather pityful amount of prey. Sighing, Torchedpaw threw his prey onto the pile and turned away, ginger coat glowing even in the semi-darkness of the cave. Lifting his head, it was only then did he reconise Winterstar and Moss-stump. Fighting inside his head if he should go over or not, Torchedpaw groaned and turned around, slowly padding over to the two cats. 'Greetings Winterstar, Moss-stump,' he rasped, dipping his head respectfully to the two, his hazel gaze emotionless.