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(General Plot: A hunting trip does not go as planned...)
Atlas kneaded the cold ground with his paws, watching the air in front of him as his breath circled out of his muzzle in wispy, branch like figures. It was an early frost yet a welcome one after such a warm summer. "If I leave now, I'll make it to the hunting grounds just as the prey begins to stir." The thought ran through his mind as he glanced at the first rays of sun, just now making it into Nightclan's camp. "But alone?" That was another question, one he did not know the answer too. Would anyone even be awake at this hour?
Smallspiral was returning from a late night patrol. She spotted Atlasrising standing near the camp entrance. "What's up?" The small maine coon she cat asked going over to him ears pricking. "Staying up to watch the sun rise?" She asked curiously.
