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The days here were much longer than they were in WinterClan. Bloodyhearts supposed that made sense, given the literal name of the Clan, but he was still pretty upset about it. His curse did not allow him to be out in the open when the sun was up, which left him confined in the cave behind the waterfall throughout daylight hours. Like any proper horror, he only showed his face once darkness filled the camp, when most everyone else was asleep in their nests.
At least he could earn his keep. Bloodyhearts would spend his nights hunting and, while hunting in DayClan was very different from SunClan and WinterClan, he was adjusting to it pretty well. The problem, however, was the loneliness. The red-furred tom was an incredibly social cat and hiding in the shadows while the kits played and adults chattered was slowly crushing him. The waterfall muffled what they were saying, but he could still tell they were there.
"I wonder if anyone will want to go with me..." He murmured to himself as exited the den, chuckling at his own statement, as if it were a joke, "... Yeah right."
He had yet to see a true evil look him in the eyes, and, even if it did, Coyotechaser probably would think that they had some good inside. He thought the same thing about Bloodyhearts, despite all the daggers he got from Azura and other cats around. The snow-point tom wasted no time rise to his paws and bustled to Bloodyhearts's side. "Going somewhere? I'd love to join you!" The tom's coat was almost unmarred by scars, save for the ones on his back legs from where a coyote nearly killed him when he was a newborn. "Where'ya goin?"
