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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Sept 15, 2016 17:55:19 GMT -5
"I'll wake Frostpaw, then." He suggested, lifting himself up from beside the spot his sister was at before she had left the camp. Trotting into the apprentice's den, he snorted, remembering the days when he spent his time in the smaller-looking camp. He glanced around for the only small body residing there, and then trotting over to nose Frostpaw's head gently. "You ready to train today? Or do you need time to rest still?"
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Post by llavoie -- on Sept 15, 2016 18:06:59 GMT -5
Runningsong's ears twitched as she heard her clanmate change directions. She paused her own steps, turning to watch Sunspeck disappear through the pines. Breathing in she felt her belly rumble as the warm scent of rabbit flooded her nose and she grudgingly let herself praise her clanmates good nose. The calico waited silently, listening for any clues that said that the she-cat had caught her prey. After a few moments of nothing but wind in the trees, she heard the faint sound of distant footfalls, then silence again. Sunspeck had gone after it, which meant it should be safe now for Runningsong to follow.
Turning her body, the small feline began following her nose and ears, heading in the direction the cream cat had gone. "Good catch." She called out once she spotted her clanmate, still clutching the rabbit between her paws. "That's enough to feed a few cats." Though obviously appreciative, her voice still implied that she was annoyed about earlier, even if she was trying to hide it.
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Post by ❈ ─ ｓｏｌｌｕｘ ─ ❈ on Sept 15, 2016 18:08:16 GMT -5
gorseleaf shapeless, we move, unwinding the wires between ▲ warrior | 34 moons | concerned  Gorseleaf looks up at the mention of his name, a mouthful of mouse meat still in his jaws. It takes only a second for him to register Halfstar's greeting, and he curls his tail with mild content before swallowing and returning the gesture. "Good morning, indeed," he replies, eyeing the clan leader as she inspects the pile. He falls silent as her words fill the air once more, brows drawing together immediately as she confesses her concerns. The long-haired tabby sits up then, voice firm, "Should we fall on hard times in leafbare, don't hesitate to send me out on as many hunting patrols as you see fit. I wouldn't mind spending the days hunting for the clan." As he speaks, though, he notices Halfstar's choice in prey and frowns at her. His eyes fall to his own meal, and a weird sense of guilt washes into the warrior. Who is he to choose such plump prey when his leader basically fasts herself for the sake of those she leads? "Ah," Gorseleaf starts, pawing his meal towards the brown she-cat. "Eat this." He moves to stand, tail flicking low to the ground -- he's guilty, and perhaps a bit concerned at Halfstar's willingness to pass up a better meal. "I can always eat after I'm done with my duties." |
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Sept 15, 2016 18:12:27 GMT -5
She turned to glance at the other cat, flicking her tail in what seemed to her like discrete annoyance before picking up the rabbit in between her teeth. "Thanks." She meowed, trotting over to her clanmate before beginning to pad towards the river they were heading towards. After moments of passing tall pines and thick roots digging into the earth, they had arrived to the violent rapids. Sunspeck set the prey down on a patch of grass, away from water and making sure it'd be within reach. The river seemed to frighten her; she knew many cats had lost their lives in these very same waters due to the raging currents, but she tried to push the feeling back. Her clan could possible go hungry.
It took her a moment to snap out of her pessimistic thoughts, but the she-cat sat near the edge, the water crashing against rocks sprinkling them with droplets of clear liquid. "Ready?" She asked, waiting for her clanmate to ready herself so they could keep their shadow off the water, which could ruin their hunt.
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Sept 15, 2016 18:23:43 GMT -5
"I'll definitely keep your offer in mind." She offered a small, friendly smile, continuing to eat her own meal, but as the warrior decided to give her his own, she shook her head. "I'd rather you eat a bigger meal. You've got more to do than I do, most likely." She paused. Her head lowered, taking another large bite from her fish until what was left were merely fish bones, and she dug the remains near the pile. "Speaking of such, you could go on a border patrol with Foxtrot, if you'd like. Make sure the twoleg nest and path are clear and that the borders are marked." The she-cat suggested, flicking her tail at the russet-furred warrior, who was just emerging from the warrior's den. She was definitely a small cat, smaller than Halfstar and slightly larger than the size of an average apprentice.
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Post by llavoie -- on Sept 15, 2016 18:24:39 GMT -5
Runingsong followed Sunspeck the rest of the way to the river in silence, keeping her distance as the other she-cat approached the water. She hesitated, taking in their surroundings, the sights and sounds and the position of the sun in the sky. This was a good spot, they'd have some time before their shadows began to cross in front of them and ruined their chances and it was calmer here where the river was more level, before the land began to dip again and continue downhill, creating fast water and froth. Time to catch some fish.
"Yeah," she murmured softly, padding up next to her clanmate. Again she let her pale blue eyes follow the rivers length until it faded into the distance, letting the sound of flowing water and wind fall over here. She closed her eyes for a couple heartbeats letting her body go still. All distractions faded to the background by the time she opened the, again and crouched at the fast-flowing water's edge.
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Sept 15, 2016 18:32:41 GMT -5
Sunspeck lowered herself a little, making sure to keep her shadow off the water's surface, her forest green eyes focusing on the current, trying to pinpoint the slimy creatures. It wasn't long before she saw fish swimming past, their thin bodies able to flow within the liquid with ease; she almost envied them. Unsheathing her claws, the feline lifted her paw off the rocky ground, waiting until one of the fish would swim past close enough. It took moments of silence, nothing but the crashing water heard, and before she knew it, her clawed paws struck the surface of the water, fishing out a medium sized one, it falling on the hard surface beside her. It was flopping around, unaware of its incoming doom, beady eyes staring off as Sunspeck did her best to deliver a quick blow. It stopped moving once the did, lifting it and tossing it near the rabbit. She didn't want to make any other move until Runningsong caught her own, fearing that her shadow would hit the water and ruin another one of her catches.
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Post by llavoie -- on Sept 15, 2016 18:43:40 GMT -5
Runningsong stayed stiff at Sunspeck's side, the only movement acknowledging her clanmates catch being a twitch of her ears. Her eyes stared intently at the water waiting for it to calm a bit and for the scattered fish to come back before she made her move. She was unaware of how much time had passed before shadows alerted her to their presence. A few fish wriggled passed, and with a lightning fast sweep her paw, her claws hooked one from the water, tossing it into the air. It landed with a soft thud on the ground just behind the two cats.
Twisting her body around quickly, Runningsong pounced oner her prey and delivered a swift blow to the neck, stilling the flopping fish. The calico bared her teeth in a triumphant grin, glancing over at Sunspeck's own little pile. A rabbit and two fish? Not bad for a hunting party. They could stay out for a little longer, but it was getting colder despite the sun in the sky and she doubted they'd be able to catch much more than fish. And the wind caused her soaked paw and water-splattered fur to freeze.
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Sept 15, 2016 18:50:40 GMT -5
As soon as the realized that her clanmate had successfully caught another one of the fish, she turned to make another move to catch more, even if just one. A chilly breeze swept past, evident on the water's surface, but making it just clear enough for her to see the creatures swimming downstream and towards the lake. Within seconds, Sunspeck struck again, scooping up a plump fish this time and sending it into the air. She didn't think twice, before she knew it, she was turning around and pressing her claws into the slimy flesh. It soon stopped moving.
"Should we catch anything else?" She questioned, tilting her head, "I'm not sure what, but it's getting cold." She added on. Her whiskers twitched, and she looked around again, watching the river and following the current with her eyes. It led to the lake, dumping all its contents into it, and she wished she could head down there to wade in the clear water, but it would probably be too cold. She wouldn't want to be ill with leafbare coming around. Sunspeck snapped out of her thoughts, looking back at her clanmate and setting her recently caught fish by the pile they were creating.
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Post by llavoie -- on Sept 15, 2016 18:59:22 GMT -5
Runningsong stood back as Sunspeck made to catch another fish, letting her thoughts wander as the warrior she-cat lashed out at the water. Leafbare was on its way, and it was evident in the air. Living by the snowy mountains, it was alway chilly in SilverClan territory, and she hoped that his Leafbare wouldn't be too harsh on the cats. The river would begin to freeze over soon and the prey took to sleeping in their burrows more often, so it was a great prize that between the two she-cats they had caught for pieces of prey. This would keep their clan's strength up as they seasons changed.
Sunspeck's words pulled Runingsong back to the present, and she shivered against the wind. Glancing down at their kills, she shook her head, tail twitching.
"Nah, this is fine. I don't want to stay any longer and catch a cold."
Standing up, the small calico stretched out her legs, giving a satisfied sigh as her back popped, then stood straight. Grabbing two of the fish in her teeth she began heading back the way the two had come, making the trek back to camp.
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Sept 15, 2016 19:09:11 GMT -5
Nodding in agreement, the she-cat picked up the rabbit and fish in between her teeth, following her clanmate in the direction of the SilverClan camp. Once back, Sunspeck greeted the warriors who were awake. At the sight of her clan's leader, she dipped her head, while Halfstar nodded in her own greeting. "Our hunt was, uh, very successful for how chilly it was out there." She meowed, glancing at Runningsong, as if letting her continue and report anything or any concerns to the leader.
Halfstar only smiled as the warrior set her prey in the pile, retreating back to sit near Runningsong. "It seems like you two were. Was there anything out of the ordinary out there? Signs of changing season, strange scents?"
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Post by llavoie -- on Sept 15, 2016 19:19:14 GMT -5
Runningsong dropped her haul on the pile before picking a spot not too far away where the sun shone down. Her nose twitched as Sunspeck stretched beside her, acknowledging the she-cat. She tilted her head at Halfstar, letting her mind wander back to the hunt and everything before Sunspeck had arrived, looking for anything worth mentioning.
"Prey isn't usually this scarce this early. The cold weather is keeping them in their burrows, and we're lucky the river hasn't frozen or we'd have hardly anything to bring back." She mewed, blue eyes meeting her leader's gaze. "Hopefully these clouds will pass and give us a little more time before Leafbare is on us, too cold too early will hurt not only our prey pil, but our medicinal supplies as well. I can't think of anything else to report.." Runningsong's faded and her ears twitched. She'd sounded authoritative and wise as she'd spoken, but now that the words were out she wondered if she had made any mistakes or said something wrong. She tried to keep her unease to herself. She wasn't one for conversation and tended to second guess herself when expected to speak.
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Sept 15, 2016 19:31:05 GMT -5
Halfstar nodded. "So the river should be where we'd go and depend on until leafbare arrives... Good." She meowed, mostly to herself, but she looked at the sky when she had mentioned it. "Maybe it's just today. It did rain earlier, Runningsong, so maybe the clouds are still lingering..." Her voice trailed off, and she looked at her warriors. She felt proud that they'd brough so much back home. "Go ahead and eat, if you'd like. You've earned it." Halfstar rose to her paws, motioning for Batwing to follow. They've known each other since they were apprentices, and they'd often express concerns to each other. Soon, they had treated near the highrock, chatting silently.
Sunspeck glanced at her clanmate. Unsure of what to say, which was odd since she was awfully chatty, she decided to pick a smaller vole from the pile. She didn't want to make her more upset after the loss of the mouse, and so she kept eating, keeping her green gaze from Runningsong.
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Post by ❈ ─ ｓｏｌｌｕｘ ─ ❈ on Sept 15, 2016 19:54:00 GMT -5
{ eep. sorry about the poof -- had to eat dinner } gorseleaf shapeless, we move, unwinding the wires between ▲ warrior | 34 moons | passive When the SilverClan leader rejects his offering of his meal, Gorseleaf simply nods in understanding. He paws the mouse towards himself, then, and makes quick work of the supple creature -- he leaves nothing, eating bones and all. A belch creeps up his throat and he lets it out quietly before returning his attention to Halfstar's remarks. At her suggestion, the gray tabby hums in agreement. "Sounds good. The recent rains have probably dampened the pungency of the scent markers; it would do well to re-mark them," he supplies, picking himself up off the ground and giving himself a gentle shake. Finding that Halfstar had little else to impart, Gorseleaf dips his head slightly in parting and makes his way over to the aforementioned Foxtrot. He isn't quite sure what to make of the smaller warrior; he has little experience with her, and he only knows her through the gentle whisperings he's heard in the warriors' den. In a way, he dreads their first official meeting -- he's awful at small-talk, let alone making acquaintances. Everything is too formal for his tastes, and it's frustrating maintaining a polite demeanor. But, there is no avoiding the situation -- he has been assigned a detail, and he will follow through with it no matter how painful, or awkward, or painfully awkward it might be. So, as he approaches the she-cat, he puts on a detached expression and greets her. "Rise and shine, Foxtrot. We've got a patrol to run." table code written by sollux |
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Sept 15, 2016 20:03:40 GMT -5
(no prob! uwu)
At the sound of her voice, she stiffened, her vivid green eyes focusing on the bigger warrior. Afraid that he'd think lesser of her due to her small size, she puffed her chest out, trying to seem larger before she nodded and began to trot towards the exit of the camp, glancing back at the warrior she was assigned to go out and patrol with.
Within moments, the two were out of camp. She did her best to hop over any obstacles in her way; it was evident that she was eager to see the territory again, even if they'd be going near a twoleg nest and even if she had heard tales from queens when she was a kit. Regardless, she still wanted to see it herself. If she'd heard of it, if it was still there, if she hadn't seen it often, Foxtrot wanted to see it, experience it, and be in it herself.
But she didn't know the tom well. She didn't know how to really talk to him, let alone start a conversation. All she'd heard was... well, probably his voice and probably occasional conversations about him and ones others have had with him. Despite this, she did her best to follow orders Halfstar gave. She didn't want to leave a bad impression on him.
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Sept 16, 2016 9:05:54 GMT -5
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Post by ❈ ─ ｓｏｌｌｕｘ ─ ❈ on Sept 16, 2016 10:54:17 GMT -5
gorseleaf shapeless, we move, unwinding the wires between ▲ warrior | 34 moons | passive The tom notices Foxtrot's slight change in posture, and he purses his lips to hide the cocky smile that nearly plastered itself on his face. Gorseleaf isn't usually the one to take pleasure in things so trivial as another warrior feeling the need to bolster their appearance, but the stocky size of the she-cat before him and her attempt at not making herself look as small as she really is lights a strange sense of humor in the gray tabby's heart. He has little time to dwell on it, though, as Foxtrot leads him out of the camp and takes the initiative to define the course of the patrol. He follows in her pawsteps, careful not to slip on any displaced logs or boulders. He grunts as he lands rather harshly from an overturned log, and looks ahead at the smaller warrior. "Hopefully the only difficulties we run into will be the journey to the twoleg nest," he comments, hoping to fill the silence that has fallen between them. "I'd rather not deal with any stray cat or fox." table code written by sollux |
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Post by frozo on Sept 16, 2016 18:36:19 GMT -5
Lost in this thoughts, the apprentice hadn't heard Batwing's pawsteps. When his head was touched, he flipped around with an unsheathed, raised paw and his ears back. It took a second for the tom to realise just who was there. He blinked and quickly scrambled up. "B-Batwing!" He sputtered in a semi-crouch. His green eyes darted from the entrance back to the warrior. Reassured in the fact that no one else had seen his embarrassing display, the tom relaxed a fraction and sighed. "Sorry. Hello." He tried to recover and say something useful, but per usual, he felt like a jittery mess. He sat up and waited for his mentor to speak. His pale eyes remained on his mentor's dark fur. It was much easier than meeting the tom's sharp eyes.
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Sept 16, 2016 21:15:14 GMT -5
"You leave the fighting to me!" Foxtrot meowed. She knew she was often useless when there was turmoil between the clan and another party, so she did her best to appear like she wanted to help defebd. Usually, she served as more of a messenger; she'd often take orders from Halfstar herself and deliver them to warriors too far to hear the leader's plans and desires. Her nose caught onto the twoleg nest's scent eventually, which would stand out from the rest of the forest's natural odor, and she followes, glancing back to make sure her clanmate was at her back. "We shouldn't be too far," said the russet-furred she-cat, able to make out the run down rooftop from a distance, the fencing torn and the glass windowa shattered. The nest looked like it'd topple over with any strong gust of wind, but even so, it remained tall and sturdy. What a stubborn nest.
Once they arrived, Foxtrot slipped underneath the fencing through a hole, leading into the front yard. It was barren; there was no grass growing near the large bushes by the walls, the only thing decorating it was the sandy dirt and the bushes, which only provided greenery to the dull area. "It looks clear to me..." She mumbled, lifting her nose up high, trying to detect anything else out of the ordinary. Trotting towards where the entrance was, she poked her head inside, ears teitching as she sniffed again.
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"Relax." Batwig replied. He quickly realized how off the apprentice seemed. They hadn't even begun to seriously train, Batwing had only considered it today! "Do you need more time to rest up? You seem like you're... not okay right now." He added, concerned for his apprentice's wellbeing. He knew that his adoptive father didn't really pay much mind to him, and he did feel a pang of guilt for it, but he shrugged it off. He was an apprentice now, after all, almost a warrior. It wasn't much too different.
"You can eat in the meantime, too, if you want. I'd only imagine you'd be hungry." He meowed, tilting his head as he backed towards the exit ofthe den, tail flicking behind his body. His eyes wandered outside. It was a little gloomy, as if it'd rain again soon, which was odd, since it was so close to leafbare. And that wasn't entirelt good. Prey tended to hide during rainy weather, and paired with the cold weather coming soon, it'd only serve as a catalyst for clan-wide hunger. He sighed. He knew he'd have to hunt later
despite there already being a hunting patrol at the break of dawn, but he needed to help fill the prey supply up.
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Sept 16, 2016 22:47:53 GMT -5
bump~!
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Sept 17, 2016 6:19:58 GMT -5
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frozo
Originally frozenthorn before name change
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Post by frozo on Sept 17, 2016 6:40:18 GMT -5
Frostpaw sighed. Great StarClan, he was a mess. Now Batwing was going to think he was incompetent, if he hadn't already from the two moons they have been apprentice and mentor. Not that they had done much. He wanted to learn how to become a real warrior. All the territory stuff was interesting, but he wanted to master hunting and maybe get a grip on fighting. When he saw Batwing leaving and telling him to eat, he jumped up and shook his head. "I'm not hungry. Not too hungry anyway. I can train, if we are going to." He said, eagerly.
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Sept 17, 2016 10:16:47 GMT -5
Batwing stopped moving, glancing at his apprentice. "How does hunting sound? Since we're so low on prey and leafbare's around the corner, I'm sure any bit counts." He replied, tilting his head and motioning for his apprentice to follow. Once out of the den, the scent of incoming rain filled his nose and mouth - not that it bothered him of course, it was always good to have rain inthe territory. Sometimes the critters hid because of it, but others had to leave their burrows to prevent being flooded. Maybe he could teach the young feline how to catch a mouse or a rabbit if he proved that he was quick and silent enough to stalk it. Or if they didn't find either, fish would do. Those were always plentiful. "You ready to leave, then?"
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Post by llavoie -- on Sept 17, 2016 14:18:42 GMT -5
[ Sorry for the brief disappearance. I'm here, but I'll be spacey for the next five or six hours, then I'm free.
Runningsong's personality is kind of hard for me to get used too, hah. I want to bring in my other cats and see how they work. I've never really used these characters before. ] |
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Sept 17, 2016 22:43:32 GMT -5
bump!
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Originally frozenthorn before name change
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Post by frozo on Sept 18, 2016 5:53:13 GMT -5
Hello. Sorry, but I'm leaving the fourms. I just don't have the time/energy to rp and be active. Please delete my characters from the clan. )
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Sept 18, 2016 8:59:17 GMT -5
frozo understandable! ill do that as soon as ive got access to my laptop.)
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Sept 18, 2016 21:17:01 GMT -5
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Post by ❈ ─ ｓｏｌｌｕｘ ─ ❈ on Sept 19, 2016 10:22:02 GMT -5
{ i feel awful for not responding sooner; college has been hectic ;n; } gorseleaf shapeless, we move, unwinding the wires between ▲ warrior | 34 moons | tense Foxtrot's eccentric demeanor worries Gorseleaf; a cat with too much initiative often gets a bite to the tail -- or worse, loses the tail. So, when she clears the fence without scenting the air, the gray warrior hisses quietly. Green eyes become alert to the slightest of movements, and tufted ears pin forward to pick up the faintest noise. Foxtrot's voice beyond the fence gives him a bit of reprieve, but his senses remain on high alert. He slips through the fence, eyes burning with a bit of annoyance. "Even though the nest has been vacant for moons on end, you shouldn't just waltz in," Gorseleaf chides, flicking his tail behind him. "You don't know what could be lurking behind those walls, and I'd very much like to keep all the fur on your back and mine." He opens his jaws to taste the air once more, finding stale scents of prey and the occasional cat -- the scents of whom are unfamiliar. Though the area seems to be barren, the long-haired tom still feels uneasy. Perhaps he is a bit paranoid, but the twoleg nest just rubs Gorseleaf the wrong way. The irregular structure and the broken bits add to its foreboding appearance, and the warrior finds his eyes searching the darker areas within the nest for signs of danger -- even though he confirmed it just heartbeats prior, he still feels a bit anxious in the shadow of the house. "Let's just mark the area and hurry back to camp; maybe we'll run into some prey on the way back to help with the hunting patrols," he suggests, paws itching to leave the twoleg abode. table code written by sollux |
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Post by ❈ ─ ｓｏｌｌｕｘ ─ ❈ on Sept 19, 2016 14:55:15 GMT -5
{ bumping this for foxtrots :') } |
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