OOC: Is this topic open? If not, I'll delete my post :3
IC: Runningheart padded out of the warriors' den, stretching and yawning. "Good morning, Blizzardstrike. Patrol?" he inquired. Whilst speaking, the togyer tipped his head and gazed into the apprentice den, smiling at the sight of the waking apprentice. After catching sight of Breezepaw, he turned and snagged a thin rabbit from the fresh-kill pile, quickly and neatly nipping bites off of it until all that remained was the bones. The tabby then dragged the bones over to a shallow dip beside the leader's den, turning back to the cats while he waited for an answer.
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