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[     Hey, Feathz! I finally joined River, obviously. o3o]

[     Danke. <3 Want Blizzard or Dawn to meet up with Dusk?]

 Hogtusk - Outside of Camp

    _{Quickly, Hogtusk tugged some back, causing some of the berries to fly off the branch at the sudden movement. "My dear, sweet Blizzardhawk," Shaking his head, Hogtusk looked at the fellow warrior almost pityingly as he tugged at the branch she grasped. "Do you know what these are?" He licked his paw then touched a loose berry, lifting it carefully to show it off. "This is a blueberry. They're delicious and they don't make much of a mess." At first. He tried not to think about later. Eating a little is fine, but eating a bushel... well, maybe he'll guard tonight. "Now give me back the rest of the berries." Hogtusk paused, "I'll even share."}

[Noted, Fae!]

 Torrentsquall and Winterwings - Camp

   <sub>"Tell me, are you always so articulate?" A somewhat salty voice murmured, green eyes lazily drifting over a grey form as the white furred warrior lounged by the kill pile, where Torrentsquall had come to root around for food. "Ah... I'm sorry?" Torrentsquall looked around to see if she was indeed talking to him. It appeared she was. He was not sure what he did to irritate the usually affable Winterwings but it had to be some sort of dire infraction. "You should be, you insensitive tom. I said hello to you this morning and all you could do was stare at me in horror" There was a playful bite to her words, but what could she possibly be talking about- oh The muscular male remembered. He'd just left the warriors den, yawning the sleep away when she'd walked into camp, her muzzle stained red and a rare rabbit in her jaws.

He'd felt faint just looking at her, so when she'd said hello he'd simply barreled past her. Insulting as he may have behaved, blood really did make him ill. "I'm sorry, there was just- well, you see, there was a bit of- ah. You had reminents of your kill on your face" His words were almost miserable. Torrentsquall wanted to burrow deep underground like a mole, to hide his shame. What sort of warrior feared blood? Winterwings just laughed, "Oh that's what was bothering you. Should have guessed it. Red does stand out more on white fur, does it not?" Now she was just teasing him, pitying him. The male winced and she loosened up her proverbial grip on the conversation.

"No worries, Torrentsquall, I won't hold you under the water for too much longer– thankfully you've never been in a bad fight, eh?" The female teased, almost overly affectionate for one who was nothing more than Clan, not-kin or even a prospective mate. Torrentsquall frowned, "We are all grateful the Clans are in a time of peace" he repeated almost robotically. "Oh you poor boy" Winterwings purred, "You're a sweet one. You must be fighting them off with sticks." Her words, almost sympathetic, confused him even further. "Ahh" he hummed, ears flicking back. "No need to get defensive." Winterwings shrugged, standing up, "You'll know what I mean sooner rather than later. Ta, Torrentsquall" She chuckled as she padded off, likely going to playfully antagonize another cat. The male stood, befuddled. What's gotten into her?</sub>