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There was a chill in the dawn air as Wickedshriek wriggled his body, struggling to get out of the rabbit hole he'd fallen into during a particularly intense game of cat-and-mouse with a...mouse. "This is going to cost me so much time in therapy," he grumbled as he twisted his body one final time. Nothing gave way. He sighed and laid his head on the soil, closing his eyes. Maybe if he waited long enough, the earth would swallow him whole and he'd never have to face any of his Clanmates ever again.
Post by Shadowbladeღ on Jan 5, 2022 22:25:57 GMT -5
Somewhere nearby, casually trying to play cool despite hating the cold snow was a certain long-haired tom who complained a lot for someone with thick fur but not thick skin. Morning suck, why did he think it was good idea to be out so early? He would've totally passed off his duties to Wickedshriek if he were not also on morning duty. Speaking of the devil...
Enigmaheart paused when he thought he picked up the familiar scent - was he just hallucinating this? He was just thinking of him and via magic manifestation, abra-ca-something he was now sensing his presence! Jaw agape, he breathed in the frigid air that nearly made him cough. He tried to pinpoint the location, but he wasn't seeing the tom's silver pelt anywhere along the grey backdrop of the frosty sky or white blanket of snow.
~ Oh I'll find him, and sneak up on him ~ he chuckled to himself, always up for mischievous trolling for no reason. He gave a quick roll in the snow to have it cling and better hide his black tabby stripes, thinking he was being clever as he got up and started tracking a trail ripe with his scent. ~ Hmm, yes he was clearly chasing something ~ He picked up his pace, thinking he must have been far behind if he wasn't in sight, while looking down trying to figure out what the small tracks belong to. ~Ah, it's clearly a- WHOA~
(Idk if it would be funnier if he fell down there too or just sent a bunch of snow to fall on Wicked xD )
Edited Jan 5, 2022 22:26:30 GMT -5 By Shadowbladeღ
