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MORNININGBIRD

Morningbird lay in the nursery. Her tiny pink nose twitched as she slept in her nest in the FoestCla nursery. Her black and white pelt silky and smooth. The young queens bright green eyes closed and with her white tail tip laying over her nose and closed eyes. Morningbirds chin rested lightly on her tiny white paws. She still looked like an apprentice, by her size and only lightly muscled body. Morningbird could easily pass as only a young apprentice. Even though she was still young, there was no chance that she was going to even grow anymore.

Close to no thoughts whent threw her mind. Only one. Her family. How she had no one else left. All her kits where dead. About her brother, that she had never even liked at all, had left, well, more like just disappeared. Morningbird had no idea what had happened, but she was sure that he was still alive, just living life as a rouge. Then, Dawnlily. Her dark cream sister, that had died, from a sickness she refused to even try to treat. All her family gone, all in less then five moons. Hollowclaw, her father who had died from falling into a Gully, and her mother, who had died from grief. Then, there was her mate, then her kits. She had had three, but they all died.

Her life hadn't been as normal as mist cats had. She had not trained with her friends, not that she even had any. The only cat Morningbird really had was her sister, Dawnlily, who had died moons ago. So, there was no one really left for Morningbird to talk with, or to even socialize with. She pretty much lived in the nursery. Exept for when she needed to go out. Like to get prey or something else important. Morningbird was alone, that was all she was, alone in the world.

Morningbirds tail slowly unrapped from over her small body. As her emerald green eyes flickered open to the sight of the rising sun. The sight flooded into the den as Morningbird sat up wrapping her black and white tipped tail around her tiny white paws. Her shy eyes just watched out of the den with slight curiority as she sat. Morningbird noticed a cat walk inside. Her green eyes quickly fell down to her paws. She didn't like to look cats in the eyes.

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The bird bounced around the forest clearing nosily, flicking it's wings around and letting out faint notes. The poor creature was unaware though, that in a few moments time it would stop singing.

Foxwhisker sat patiently in the bushes, eyeing the little bird carefully. He had gone out for a little hunt, noticing the fresh-kill pile was slowly starting to decline. After all, in such a big clan there were many mouths to feed. The tom watched as the bird turned it's back. Now was his chance, as he knew the bird would probably fly away soon and he would miss his opportunity.

Walking back to camp proudly, Foxwhisker carried the bird in his mouth. Even though it wasn't so big, he had at least done something which made him feel good about himself. He decided he would do even more and bring the bird to the nursery for any queens. He was just nice like that.

Foxwhisker made sure not be too noisy as there were many little kits sleeping. As he came in he noticed that someone was up. It was the young queen, Morningbird. He had remembered all the pain she had been through, which made him feel a little sad inside. She was probably more tough than him. "Uh, hey there. I brought some food if anyone was up, do you want it?" he asked somewhat shyly as he set the bird at her feet.

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MORNININGBIRD

After Morningbirds emerald green gaze dropped right down to her feet. She could smell bird. Boy, did she love bird. It was probably her favorite type of prey. Even if there where a lot of feathers. They could make a nest soft. Then, the young queen heard a voice.

"Uh, hey there. I brought some food if anyone was up, do you want it?"

Morningbird swallowed. She had to look up, didn't she. It was only the nice thing to do when a cat was talking. But that wasn't her. She couldn't talk while looking a cat in the eye. It just didn't work that way. But if Mirningbird didn't lift her head, then, the cat would think she was being rude, and just not looking for some other reason. No, these cats knew her. They knew she didn't look anyone in the eye. Plus if she just signaled that she had heard him, maybe he would be ok.

Finally, Morningbirds emorald green eyes flickered upward to take a quick look at the tom. She noticed him, and remembered that his name was Foxwisker, she couldn't have identified him by his voice, because she had never really spoken to him, or really anyone for that matter. Well, maybe he could be her someone to talk to. Morningbird douted it, but just maybe.

Morningbird was determined to talk to thus cat. Was it going to be easy? No. Was it possable? It needs to be. Morningbird made up her mind, she was going to talk. "Thanks," she managed to get out in her small soft voice. Maybe her own voice surprised her, but Morningbird was a little surprised that she could actually talk, she hadn't talked to anyone in so much time. Only nodded at them while they tried to speek with her. For Morningbird, talking to thus cat was a huge jump out of her comfort zone.

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"Thanks" The tiny she-cat muttered under her breath, looking up slightly at Foxwhisker. The tom cat nodded in response, feeling good that he had made another cat grateful. But her knew he wasn't done yet. Morningbird seemed a little shy at the moment, and was one of Foxwhisker's things to make the other cats feel better. He tried to think of what he could do to cheer her up but not do anything that was too over the top.

"So, um, how are you doing? Do you want to maybe taking a nice walk outside sometime?" he asked, swishing his tail nervously. Foxwhisker hoped she would be up for the offer, after all he did want to get back into the forest since the camp was so cramped with all the cats it held. The forest was more of his place, he had so much memories there.

Foxwhisker remembered the time when he was a kit and the clan had been so busy they didn't notice him wander off. Usually he would stay in camp and hang out with his two sisters, but an different smell had lured him through a hole in the bramble wall out into the forest. The little kit hadn't made it far though, as a passing patrol scooped him up and carried him back to camp. It was quite an adventure for him though.

Foxwhisker snapped back to reality and thought his stories about his life could help Morningbird feel better. After all, he was a talkative one. He waited patiently for her reply and he sat down on the soft grass in the nursery.

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MORNININGBIRD

Morningbird layed there. She was wondering if she should have said anything to this cat. I mean, she knew almost nothing about him. Not what he acted like. Nothing about his past. All that was completely unknown by the young queen. He could be like her brother for all that Morningbird knew about him. But, he just didn't act like her brother did. Though, Foxwhisker didn't seem to act like that. He acted more kind then anything. That gave Morningbird just a little but of comfort. Just the way he talked. But, Morningbird still didn't know him, so he wasn't sure if it was the best idea to say something to him. 

"So, um, how are you doing? Do you want to maybe taking a nice walk outside sometime?"

Morningbird closed her eyes. What was she supposed to say? It would be rude not to answer him at all. She would want to go, but she didn't know Foxwhisker. What was she going to tell him about going into the forest. She did want to. Morningbird did always like the forest. It was so quiet, and peaceful, the one place where she could think and have everything to herself. Just to sit and listen to the birds sing. It made her feel calm, then listen to water cascade of the leaves of a tree after it has rained, and make small puddles on the ground, and raindrops drip serenely to the ground. 

Morningbird realized that she needed to answer Foxwhisker. He needed an answer. She needed to finally make her choice on what she was going to do. Morningbird really wanted to go into the forest. But, she also wanted to eat the bird that Foxwhisker had lied in front of her nose. The smell just drew the black and white she-cat in. It made her mouth water. Morningbird bit her lip, to keep herself from snatching up the bird. She was so hungry. Well, she could tell him she would go, but wanted to eat that bird first. Ya, that's what she would do. "Ok, I'll go," she mewed, "But I want to eat the bird first." This was probably the most Morningbird had almost ever talked to a cat she hardly knew, wait, it was the most she had ever talked. It surprised her a little, but just shook it from her thoughts.

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"Ok, I'll go, But I want to eat the bird first."

Foxwhisker smiled and nodded his head. He felt great being able to reach out to Morningbird, who was so unknown to him. Yes, he knew mostly every cat in his clan, but only by face or scent. Only a select few were his close friends. And Foxwhisker knew more friends in the clan would make for more fun and more connections.

"Sounds good. Should I um, leave you alone for now or do you mind if I stay?" He knew it would be nice of him to stay and keep company for the lonely she-cat, but he also made sure to respect her boundaries. What ever she would say he wouldn't mind. The ginger tom flicked his tail and kept a pleasant look on face to make sure she was comfortable and he didn't seem like such an awkward cat.

ooc: sorry it's so short, it's late D:

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MORNININGBIRD

Morningbird just stared at the bird. Her mouth was full of saliva. It smelled so good. Morningbird hadn't had bird for she didn't know how long. No. She needed to pay attention to Foxwhisker. It was rude not to look at a cat when they spoke. But the bird just held her attention so well. Morningbird needed to listen to him if he said something. When he said something. For an odd reason, Foxwhisker seemed like the cat that liked to hold a conversation and actually talk with a cat. Morningbird didn't know, why, but that was what she got out of him. Just a cat that wanted to make Morningbird feel comfortable. 

"Sounds good. Should I um, leave you alone for now or do you mind if I stay?"

Morningbird wasn't surprised by Foxwhiskers words. Yet, she was completely unprepared. She didn't know if she wanted him to stay, but Morningbird liked to be alone most of the time. He could just stay while she ate her bird, he wasn't going to bug anyone, was he. All Foxwhisker was probably going to do, was sit there and wait for Morningbird to finally finish the bird he had given her not long ago. She kept going back and forth in her head. Should she let Foxwhisker stay, or did she ask him to leave and she eat her bird in the normal lack of company she normally did. 

Yes, her mind was made up. Foxwhisker was to stat. It wasn't normal for Morningbird to allow this, but she didn't see the harm in it. He was just to sit and wait while she ate her bird. Nothing was going to make him bother her at all. As long as he made almost no noise, he could stay while Morningbird ate. Know, it was time to tell Foxwhisker that he could stay if he would really like to. With a small glance up, she mewed, "You can stay if you want." In her own small voice. Know that the warrior knew he could stay, Morningbird was going to take a bite of the bird. 

Slowly, Morningbird leaned her neck forward, she took the bird by it's left wing. It had dark grey feathers. With it's belly covered in reddish plumage. If Morningbird had to say, it was probably a robin. So many birds, but each tasted about the same. With slight varies in flavor and everything else that whent into tast. With a small sight, Morningbird took a bite, the flavors ran over her tounge and made her give a small shudder. It was amazing. But, then again, when you're hungry, everything takes on a new level of greatness in the flavor category.

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Foxwhisker had sort of dreamt off as he waited for Morningbird to reply, which is something he usually found himself doing. He would imagine all kinds of things, from hunting a mouse in the forest to climbing a big snowy mountain. It was probably because of his laziness that prompted him to do this, as he would of get bored in camp and think out the things he wished he could do.
"You can stay if you want."

Foxwhiskers thinking was interrupted by the she-cats soft voice. He turned around and nodded. "Uh, okay. I'll go over here then." The ginger tom padded a little ways from Morningbird, but was still close enough to talk to her and hear her.

Foxwhisker knew the Morningbird didn't mind him being there, but he didn't want to be all weird and watch her eat. After all, it was a little rude. Instead he just stared at his paws and looked around the nursery. But it just wasn't doing it for him. He was lazy, but still couldn't stay doing the same thing. He didn't want to disturb Morningbird, but he wanted to keep the conversation going. "So do you like bird? I thought it kinda fit your name, so I brought it for you." He let out a little chuckle after, trying to to sound so serious. "I prefer mice myself, even if they are a little small." He flicked his tail and smiled.