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[Doubleheart]

[ if i should die within this hour ]

It was with an eager twitch in his step that Double strolled into the field that his Clan so owned, his tail held high as he went, and his odd coloured eyes looking about all the time. His claws were just itching to be unsheathed, and to begin catching prey once more - but moreover, the gentle and noble tom was.. excited.

Today, he planned to hold the very first lesson that his new apprentice, Streampaw, was ever to have, and he was quite looking foreward to it. For he finally had achieved a purpose in his Clan, and from there on in, it was only a case of working upwards and striving for better recognition and trust. Doubleheart was a very noble creature, an honourary cat if you ever saw one, and the ultimate of chest-sweilling prides was for him to be recognised Clan wide as a brave, heroic tom ; and an asset to Mist Clan and its ocupants.

Ah, yes, that would do him just fine. But h understood the work involved.

Pausing, his nose quivered, as he scented the air about for predators, not wanting to put Streampaw in any danger on her very first lesson - but the coast, though lined with the first snow of leaf-bare, was indeed clear. Double turned and mewed lightly for his apprentice, sitting on the cold ground and curling his tail about himself.

[ i have lived to die when i desire ]

[loutuskit]

Streampaw scampered after him with a glimmer in her eyes. She was too excited. Though her paws were still big a clumbsy she did not make a sound as she bounded up. "What are we going to learn today?" she asked in a whisper, knowing better not to scare the prey from here to the camp.