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Post by complacentdevil on Apr 21, 2022 23:54:53 GMT -5
Another day, another unsolicited visit into a land he didnt belong. The large, long furred tom was wandering his way around the regimes land, digging about here and there. Things were so simple as far as finding rogue herbs went before. But these lands were barren, and he didnt want to travel into the nomad's territory. Starclan knows what he might find there with a bunch of vagabonds. So instead he muddied his paws in the frozen earth below, keeping his senses about him in the event someone were to find him.
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Post by unknownhearts on Apr 22, 2022 19:12:29 GMT -5
If they were still underground, they could have heard the scratching against the snow above them. But that was out of the question now. And spotting a fluffy and dark tail in the distance was easy when you had every dip in the snow memorized. Searching the surface for herbs was as much of a pain as ever, and the Regime needed every one they could find. All paws were on deck, even the new Chaman's.
He might have heard her, or maybe the wind. Aine Soothsong had a habit of popping out of nowhere, especially where she didn't belong. Though this time, she wasn't the intruder, the one to get yelled at. She was the yeller. What a strange feeling as she approached the stranger. The smell of pine and Winterclan stuck to them, blew in the wind. "Things must be pretty bad if you're here, stranger." Aine Soothsong laid at the top of the hole he had dug to reach the earth, one paw stretched down as she seemed to lay on her side.
