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Elmpaw stopped, his jaws parting in a massive yawn. He was tired! Training was taking a lot out of him, but it was a good type of exhaustion. His muscles burned with the satisfaction of getting in shape.
“C’mon! I’ve got the day off from training, who wants to hunt? Or play?” he looked around camp.
"Sure! but you look like you're about to fall off your paws." Cinnamonpaw teased as she bounded over to her den-mate. She could see how tried he was but, she wasn't about to discourage a little bit of fun. After all you know what they say about all work and no play. "So what would you rather do? Hunt or play?" She smirked at him, tilting her head to the side slightly as she watched him.
"Me? Never! I'm as rested as a .... rosemary bush," Elmpaw assured her, confident in his nonsense metaphor. He shook his head to try and clear out some of the exhaustion from his eyes. "Let's take a look at the fresh-kill pile." If it was low, they'd have to go hunting. Jayjack wouldn't approve if he saw them slacking off, and he really wanted to impress the warrior.
He led the way over the pile and started to sift through the prey that was there. It wasn't empty, but was there enough?
The tabby she-cat blinked, then blinked again before casting her gaze to the side seriously considering Elmpaw's metaphor. Could a rosemary bush be rested? What would that even feel like? Was he just going for the alliteration or...? She shook her head trying to clear it of the nonsense that flooded her brain. Now was not the time to think on the matter.
Following him over to the fresh-kill pile she frowned tilting her head as if changing the angle would actually make a difference. "I think there's plenty but do you think the Arulents would think so?"
Elmpaw's whiskers quivered with amusement. "Poisonrush, maybe. But Jayjack? We could hunt for the whole day and still not have enough for that," he glanced around, then whispered, "prickly furball."
He giggled, then straightened up again. "Anywayyyyy, I don't know about you, but I'm hungry. And if we take something to eat, we'll definitely have to replace it, there won't be enough prey left."
