Willowheart padded out of the warrior's den, pausing to stretch lazily in the entrance. Her tail flicked as she padded smoothly towards the fresh-kill pile and wolfed down a mouse, tossing a glance at the dark sky and grimacing. It was past dusk, but a tinge of gold still brushed the sky, lighting a few of the lower-hanging clouds which were swiftly beginning to gather. It would be raining soon enough, and Willowheart shivered at the thought of another leak in the Warrior's den. The apprentices had been working their tails off, fixing this and patching that. 'Although I suppose it's good practice.' She thought to herself, finishing off her mouse and standing up once more. 'Speaking of apprentices...' She half-skipped to the Apprentice's den, a small smile on her face. There was a reason she was up so early, after all- she was going to take Silentpaw on her first hunting patrol, the Dusk patrol. "Silentpaw, wake up." She stuck her head into the den, calling to her snowy white apprentice. Hopefully everything would go smoothly.
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