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Snaketongue was tearing into a medium-sized rabbit, scattering tufts of white and gray fur here and there. Maybe he should pick that up when he's done. One of the things he liked about eating prey was that you wouldn't have to answer anyone as long as they weren't asking an important question, or just shake your head 'yes' or 'no'. And no one would be able to hear his ever so embarrassing lisp. Starclan, help him he wouldn't have to talk to anyone today.

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After he'd grabbed a reasonably plump mouse from the fresh-kill pile, Dipperstreak's golden gaze flitted around the camp, searching for a place to enjoy his meal. He noticed that Snaketongue, a warrior only a few moons older than him, was eating alone, and decided to join him.

Dipperstreak knew that Snaketongue wasn't the most social cat in the Clan, but that didn't faze him - he wanted to be kind and reach out to the tom. So, he padded over.

"Hello," Dipperstreak meowed around a mouthful of mouse. "How was your day today?" He dropped his meal at his paws and settled down with a flick of his tail.

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Snaketongue saw another warrior, Dipperstreak, coming toward him. Panic started setting in, but Snaketongue forced himself to calm down. He looked up from his prey and licked blood off his maw as Dipperstreak asked how his day was. "Uh.." Snaketongue's thoughts ran through all the words he could think of that didn't have 'th' in them. "Normal, nothing exciting. Er - yours?" He stumbled over his words a bit, but hopefully that seemed normal to Dipperstreak.

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"That's the same for me as well," Dipperstreak responded, blinking slowly and taking a bite of mouse. He closed his eyes, savoring the warm, delicious taste. Thanks to the tone of the tom's voice, he knew that he was probably making the tabby uncomfortable. It made him feel a little bad, but he was really just trying to be Snaketongue's friend.

"So...you came from IvyClan, yeah?" He asked, wincing as a bit of fresh-kill flew from his mouth. "Why'd you leave?"

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Snaketongue took another bite out of his rabbit, his ears pricking as Dipperstreak asked about why he left Ivyclan. He swallowed before talking, "Yes, I'm not entirely sure why I did leave. I guess I just wanted a new start." Snaketongue finally gave up on trying to hide his lisp, figuring hiding it wouldn't do him any good. "'Se cats 'sere didn't talk to me much, I didn't talk to 'sem and so on." He inwardly cringed as he spoke, praying to Starclan that Dipperstreak didn't think his lisp was weird.

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    Brackenfall padded over to the fresh-kill pile, selecting a respectably sized finch that one of the apprentices had caught earlier, then observed the camp. He saw two toms, Snaketongue and Dippersteak, and headed towards them. Though he wasn't the biggest fan of Snaketongue, who had come over from IvyClan as he had, he still respected the tom for making the decision to leave and join MothClan. Anyway, it wasn't like sitting next to a couple other warm bodies to enjoy a meal was a bad idea during Leaf-Bare.  His tabby pelt ruffled in the icy breeze, making the tom somewhat disgruntled. Though this wasn't his least favorite season, as he kept especially warm due to his dense coat, it still did nothing for his appearance. 

    He placed his finch down next to the two young warriors, then gently set himself beside them, delicately plucking at the feathers of his meal. His sharp yellow eyes fell upon the two Clanmates and he gave an acknowledging nod, "Dipperstreak, Snaketongue."  The fluffy tom seemed to have interrupted a rather awkward conversation, due to the body language Snaketongue was giving off. Or perhaps he was reading too much into it. To him Snaketongue always seemed a bit awkward. As for Dippersteak, he didn't know much of the tom, as he was originally from MistClan. Brackenfall tucked his dark paws under his chest and dug into his meal. 

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Snaketongue saw Brackenfall start to come over with a finch in his jaws. He forced himself to calm down, again, and mewed a greeting, "H-hello, Brackenfall." He stuttered, hoping that was good enough. "How has your day been?" Snaketongue figured it wouldn't be any use hiding his lisp from Brackenfall, either.

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    The tom looked up from his finch to Snaketongue, letting out a purr of amusement, "Oh you know, the usual; sleep, hunt, patrol, repeat." Brackenfall considered himself a master of small talk, though some Clanmates may say otherwise. He always had a sarcastic remark or something to boast about to those who would actually take the time to listen. He also had a bad habit of talking to himself, but you couldn't make him admit it. The finch at his feet was nearly finished, so he shoved it aside and proceeded to clean himself. He had to make sure that every hair was in perfect order. 

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(Apologies for my late reply! I'll do my best to get better.)

Dipperstreak flicked his ears, nodding as Snaketongue spoke. He noticed that the cat had a lisp, but decided to refrain from mentioning it - perhaps that was why the tabby seemed so self-aware.

"Ah, I see. Well, I came to MothClan simply because I agreed with his views more. That's all there was to it, really." He paused to take another bite of his meal. "Of course, I was reluctant to leave MistClan, as I was born and bred there, but eventually I decided to leave."

Dipperstreak dipped his head respectfully as Brackenfall joined them. "Hello, Brackenfall," he purred, blinking his golden eyes in greeting.

He stayed silent as the two other toms conversed, choosing to finish his supper. He wolfed the rest of the mouse down in a few short seconds, sighing as he gulped down the last bit of soft flesh.

"Sounds interesting," Dipperstreak joked. "I went hunting today - I caught a mouse or two and a sparrow." The brown tom purred, flicking his tail. "I'm ready for Newleaf to come. I'm still hungry!"