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His breath billowed out around his muzzle, causing the tom to curl his lip in frustration. Hazelmarsh pushed his way out into the warriors den, looking around the frost covered clearing. It was supposed to be new-leaf, yet leaf-bare tried to hang on. "Damn cold weather," he grumbled, flicking a paw with each step. He made it to the fresh-kill pile which was hardly more than a couple of mice and a scrawny thrush. Though his stomach grumbled, he let out a sigh and turned to leave camp.
"Are you going out?" called a breathless voice, a long legged and lanky looking tom scrambling to catch up with his Clanmate as they headed to the forest. He'd just gotten back from getting a talking to by the Deputy about having stayed up all night the other night, and sleeping in too late for his patrol. So here he was, standing tired as heck, and wanting to put himself in at least some good standing.
"Uh, yeah," Hazelmarsh replied with a flick of his tail. "I gave Kingpaw the day off so I was going to go out hunting." Thinking for a moment, the grey tom dipped his head and meowed, "You're welcome to join. Four paws are better than two."
Smiling slightly, he bowed his head gratefully and followed with a slightly more purposeful gate. "I ah — made a couple of the Warriors upset so I'm laying low and trying to do a bit of extra work," he explained with a small flick of his ear. The gray Oriental definitely didn't wanna hang around and get scolded again. "An apprentice, though? That's pretty fun. I don't really know if I'll ever get my own. I'm still learning the territory so everything is still pretty confusing for me."
Frowning slightly at the tall toms confession, Hazelmarsh looked him up and down and asked, "What did you do to piss them off? Anything I should be mad about?" There was the smallest hint of amusement in his mew, almost undetectable. He didn't know the tom very well, and his name was a mouthful.
He ducked his head in embarrassment. It wasn't much in compliment to his height, however, given that he was rather tall. "Ah — I mean not something that would... y'know, send my soul to eternal damnation or anything. All I did was stay up extremely late. And... possibly may have cost the entire Dawn patrol their hunting trip. By erm... falling asleep while walking and... well," he broke off, his entire pelt flashing warm with another wave of shame. "No need to go into the details. Its best not to dwell on these things."
With a small flick of his ears, he fixed his gave on anything else but his traveling companion. And, as if he'd completely forgotten his own sentiment, added, "But in my defense, I'm pretty obsessive about stargazing. Sometimes I can't help it, so I sometimes stay up super late. But it usually doesn't get that bad."
His brow arched slowly as he listened to the tomcats story, ears turned back slightly. He couldn't believe that this tom had fallen asleep while on a hunting patrol. He was about to throw back a sharp, "Yeah I could see why they would be mad at you," until he heard the last part of his explanation. Turning his attention elsewhere, Hazelmarsh gave a grunt and meowed, "Yeah, stars can be cool. Leaf-bare is the best time to look in my opinion. The cold makes everything seem so clear."
He started in surprise, his amber eyes stretching wide with hardly contained excitement as his sentiments about the stars were shared. "That's exactly what I say all the time. If it weren't for my short fur, I would be out stargazing all the time during Winter. But its stargazing verses getting a fatal illness... and I'd prefer the former," Wolfconstellation said with a wistful expression.
