Under the tree, whoopie~ [tag;; heath]

[Icy-son]

Ah, Leafbare. The time for snow to be on the ground, the time for prey to not be abundant, the time- she could go on and on, yet it would be a complete waste of her time. Raising a paw to her face, she began brushing her tongue against the snow clumps that attached to her fur. The flakes melted into water almost as soon as her tongue pulled them loose, giving a refreshing drink of water on her dry throat. Her gaze drifted to the tree to the side of her, which just so happened to be the Sky Oak.

She admired the giant tree for its ability to last throughout the moons, never worn down by the rain or sleet, or even the intense droughts in Greenleaf. Whenever she was beside the great tree, she felt as if she was camoflauged by the bark, which was the same shade as her own pelt. Her eyes were the coloration of its leaves in newleaf, and her claws seemed to be the shade of its branches. She felt as if she was one with that tree, though it was impossible, right?

The clumps of snow attached themselves to her stomach, which was always a pain to get rid of, and to her legs, which actually was easier. Yet, she continued to groom herself, completely oblivious of the obvious ThunderClan scent on the horizon. Heck, she was occupied, what else could she possibly need at the moment?

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[Heathclaw]

"Ugh... great StarClan, this is a pain!" grumbled Shadepaw quietly to himself. So, Hawkclaw was angry at him- fine. Shadepaw really couldn't fault his mentor for being mad about the whole fox incident. But it didn't mean that it was alright to go and stick him on apprentice duties for the moon! What a slave-driver! He growled angrily through the mouthful of dirty moss that he was pulling from the camp, dragging the clumps in a messy trail along the ground. If Hawkclaw saw him right now, he'd probably make him pick up all the moss and dispose of it properly, but the young apprentice was past caring at this point. And besides, he was already taking this last batch of moss far, far away from camp- more time to goof off on the way back.

"This seems far enough," thought Shadepaw, dropping the moss in the clearing near the sky oak. "Hm?" There was Swallowpaw, sitting there without a care in the world, grooming herself by the ThunderClan landmark... annoying. Where did she get off, being all lazy and carefree? Perhaps she deserved a little... surprise today. And with that thought in mind, he bundled up some of the moss, and hooked it into his paws, before creeping around behind his fellow apprentice, using the brush for cover. How complacent... ugh, thought Shadepaw distastefully, before arching his paw back and flicking the moss ball straight at Swallowpaw, charging after it with a ferocious "Graowr!" followed by a kittish "Boo!"