Rising Dawn [anyone]

[»SWIFTtiger]

Swiftpaw could feel how damp it was, could feel the rising dawn pricking her pelt. It was nearly time to get up. But Swiftpaw was already up, picking through the fresh-kill pile absentmindly. The air was crisp, a sure sign that leafbare was coming. She knew that pretty autumn leaves covered the ground, for the frost beneath her paws was crackling feebly.

Swiftpaw plucked a mouse from the pile and sat down. The mouse was almost tasteless, and damp. She pushed it away in disgust when she felt a maggot in the mouse's chest. Swiftpaw lifted her muzzle, parted her jaws and drank in the air again. The sun was nearly into the sky. She got up, licked her paws, and trotted top the entrance of ThunderClan camp, wondering if she should go hunting for fresh prey, instead of rotting birds and mice.

[P.irelli♫]

Around the same time Swiftpaw had found a maggot in her fresh-kill, Daypaw had padded through the brambles of the apprentice's den, pausing to stretch, then padded towards the fresh-kill pile. She sat next to her, nodding in greeting. "Good morning, Swiftpaw." she mewed, a gentle, but chilling breeze ruffled her fur, making her shiver. She craned her neck towards the pile, nosing around until she found a plump starling.

Daypaw drug it from the pile, and looked up at Swiftpaw. "Want to share?" she asked, prodding the starling softly with one paw. The breeze blew again, and once more, she shivered, closing her eyes.