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Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished
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Bravesong stirred from where he sat tucked near the camp’s edge, half in shadow, half basking in the sun’s reach. The warmth after rain always did something to his bones made them ache and ease at the same time. His tail flicked lazily, hazel eye catching on the familiar dapple of calico fur making its way across the clearing.

"Hello, Orchidflame."

He pushed himself up with a grunt, favoring his bad leg but steady enough, padding toward her chosen sunning stone. She may have just picked one of the best spots in camp to lounge around. "I was just going to grab some fresh kill. Want me to pick something out for you?"

Even a flame that burns softly can still bring warmth through the darkest nights.

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A ginger ear twitched when her name was mentioned, the chocolate calico opened her mismatched eyes as Bravesong moved to make her company. The long-haired she-cat couldn't help but let a purr rumble from her chest. "Oh! Bravesong!" She greeted, her ears perking towards the black-and-white tom, her old friend.

Her offer met her ears kindness that she couldn't resist, after all she was a little hungry "A vole, if there is one. If not I'd be happy to share anything you bring back." she replied, stretching out her body and shuffling to the side to leave room for Bravesong, if he so wished to take in the sun with her.

Orchidflame watched Bravesong for a moment, her eyes softening, not only due to the comfort of being in the warmth, but something deeper that she couldn't quite pinpoint. Whatever it was, it didn't make his company worse, that was for sure.

Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished
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Bravesong dipped his head in acknowledgment, a low hum of agreement rumbling in his throat. "A vole it is." He said a hint of warmth curling through his tone. Maybe he'd find something exotic in the pile today. He was a bit hungry.

He padded across the clearing toward the fresh kill pile, his gait uneven but sure. The sunlight glinting off his scarred flank as he moved. After a brief sniff through the pile, he plucked up a plump vole and, after a moment’s thought, added a chipmunk to the mix.

When he returned he set the prey down between them the chipmunk’s striped fur catching the light. "I feel like I could eat a whole squirrel." He teased, easing himself down beside her with a satisfied sigh. The warmth of the stone seeped through his old scars loosening them like balm.

"I even found a vole for you, but I picked out the chipmunk for me. Pretty prey like a land bird with its stripes almost a shame to eat."

Even a flame that burns softly can still bring warmth through the darkest nights.

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"Thank you, Bravesong" She replied, his name tasting sweet on her tongue, nearly as sweet as the vole that she savored in a few bites, licking the blood from her whiskers. "You didn't have to do that." Orchidflame added, her tail landing softly on Bravesong's back when he sat, almost on instinct.

At the mention of her friend being so hungry he could eat a whole squirrel, she let a dry chuckle leave her throat, she knew of a certain warrior that adored the tasty flesh of a squirrel, once with similarly grey fur. "You wouldn't be the only one." Orchidflame replied as she noticed the grey warrior deposit a couple of plump scraps of prey on the pile, a finch and a squirrel that made him like his maw before turning tail and leaving camp again, StarClan knows why.

Orchidflame raised a brow at Bravesong's comment on the prey, flicking the white tip of her tail as she let out a warmer chuckle from deep within her chest. "Of Bravesong, if we spared everything pretty we'd have a lot less prey" she trilled, giving Bravesong a gentle cleaning behind his ears. "You're the one that chose it after all. Must have suited your tastes one way or another"

Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished
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Bravesong’s whiskers twitched with amusement as her tail brushed his back, and he leaned into the warmth of it without thinking. "I wanted to. It'd be a sorry clanmate indeed if I didn't at least offer."

He began stripping the chipmunk of fur, savoring the smell with a pleased hum. It wasn't as large as a squirrel, but it was satisfying - and fresh. In fact, it might have been the chipmunk that he spied Leopardrose bringing back earlier.

At her quip about sparing pretty things, he let out a low chuckle that deepened into a purr as her tongue rasped behind his ear. "Guess it’s a good thing I’m not the one deciding what’s too pretty to keep around." Which may or may not included a sunny calico laying about in the sun.

He stretched out one foreleg, claws flexing lazily against the sun warmed ground, and flicked an ear toward her with quiet fondness. "Did you sleep well last night?"