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[{ spider ~!}]

The warm autumn sun hit her fur and she purred with delight. Rolling onto her back, she flicked her tail back and forth as she watched a little bug buzz around. She smiled. It was days like this that she liked. The nice sweet calm, a slight wind and the changing of the colors in the leaves. Definitely her favourite season. Even though Leaf-fall did bring some hard ships, she just absolutely loved the colors. And all the fat little prey. The voles, mice just made her mouth water and her stomach growl.

Stretching out, she rolled back onto her stomach and with a grunt, stood up and stretched again. Yawning she shook out her pelt the best she could and sat down. Flicking her ear at an annoying bug, she looked around with a smile on her maw. It was a good, quiet day, and what better way to spend it then out in the grass?

[Devilstar]

With a soft sigh of contentment Devilstar rolled over onto his back. In the faint chilliness that signified coming winter, he had still managed to find a rare sunny spot and was thoroughly enjoying it having left his leader duties temporarily to sunbathe. That’s what deputies for, right?

With a low, husky purr of approval, the young tom rolled onto his back, the smooth inky black of his belly fur glistening in the faint sunlight. His eyes, a deep cobalt with silver in them, were closed into slits as the warmth sunk past his long thick fur and into his skin pleasantly.

Eager to get even more sunlight on him, Devilstar stretched out to his full length, stretching out his toes and extending his claws. Muscles successfully stretched out, he relaxed languidly with another dainty sigh. The ebony tom wiggled slightly to find a more comfortable position, and upon finding it, purred for only a moment.

At the unexpected, sharp grunt, he cracked an eye and spotted the blotchy pelt of one of his more unfamiliar Warriors, Auburnfeather if he recalled correctly. The she-cat was standing and rolling and judging by the contented look on her face, she too had been enjoying the sparse, but warm, sunlight.

Sighing dramatically at the loss, Devilstar rolled over and gathered his long, lean underneath him before rising to his full, large height. Shaking out of the grass from his long, long fur, he too yawned before padding over on quiet. “Auburnfeather?” He meowed out as a greeting in his smooth baritone voice. “How are you today?” Noticing the smile on her mouth, he felt his own lips mimic it, his long white whiskers twitching in vague amusement.

“I hope things find you well,” he added on a moment later, enunciating his words clearly and distinctly; a habit he had gain from his mother.

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[{ spider ~!}]

Auburnfeather's pelt prickled uncomfortably at the sound of an approaching cat. Her ear twitched and she turned around to face Devilstar. A soft respectful smile replaced the goofy one and she dipped her head gracefully. Flicking her tail, she raised her head back up. Looking him in the eyes with great respect, she kept her head slightly lower than his, to show she understood his rank above hers.

"Greetings Devilstar." Auburnfeather meowed softly, before answering his question. "I'm good. Anxious about what leafbare will bring though." It was always a worry of hers. How many cats would be affected by greencough. And what about the kits? She always worried, though she never had kits of her own. The kits were the warriors of the future and MistClan, she felt, could not spare a single one. But if StarClan wished to take one of them to their ranks, who was she to argue?