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The broken bits of clay-red pebbles jabbed and scattered under her paws, the ground an unsteady and uneven mess akin to if God had just haphazardly thrown rocks across Earth like children scattering jacks across pavement. It made for a balancing act that, for the hunter with a squirrel locked within her jaws, was a nuisance in her travels; her center of gravity distorted with the extra weight towards her front made getting back to camp more slow and tedious than it it aught to be. Still, the path was familiar, and without even looking she knew eventually after traveling the rocky layers a while it would slope down, making something akin to a path that would split into the hollow. As it was now the rocky stretch was barely an off-shoot short-cut, but day by day paws of others who had found the route were curving the earth to suit their means, erosion leaving what was slowly becoming an actual path a little clearer everyday.
Without even being aware of it, Lovetta continued contributing to the group effort. This island that was so different from their original home was slowly bowing to their whims, becoming more and more suited to the league that inhabited it.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Mar 18, 2019 21:46:11 GMT -5
The warden wasn't expecting to run into another cat as she wound her way from the camp that she still was not capable of walking with her eyes closed. She hoped one day this territory would be home as the old musty land her bloodline ruled several times in the past had been. The black and white tabby twitched white whiskers as she stopped to allow Lovetta to pass. "Good hunting?"
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POSTEDMar 18, 2019 22:19:47 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Everything was new. Perhaps even too new for Lovetta's liking, and she was a cat prone to liking change. She considered herself an intellectual, (though whatever that even meant in a place like the league was anyone's guess), and given that view of herself she believed it was only right to support progress. On top of that, she figured that things changing had to mean things were progressing. Yet, with everything happening so fast she feared, as surely other around her also did, that such unstable ground was the kind of situation ripe for trouble. This wasn't the first time she had considered this, but it hit her hard for the first time when it took her a full good minute to realize that the cat in front of her was her new Warden. With slight embarrassment she gave a half-dip of her head in respectful greeting, though it lacked a considerable amount of spirit. None of the cats in power felt like the had authority yet. None of them had built rapport. Their proxies were new, their pathologist basically a foreigner. Heck, even their Nemesis had only served a short time as Warden, and it was jarring to slip right from the golden bloodline that had ruled their group and brought them into essentially a new renaissance to another cat who didn't share the bengal pelt that for so long had been the league's definition of royalty.
Of course, it was too much to articulate. Rather, it manifested as something hanging over the back and forth of every day life, like thick clouds hazing over sunlight or like a heavy quilt smothering a child. It was a suffocating feeling rather than a thought, one that was difficult to describe beyond the facts that created it, and for that reason made even more unsettling. However, even if she could have found a way to put it into words, the last cat she would have admitted these rather treasonous sentiment to was their new Warden. Instead, through the winter-thick fur of the squirrel she managed to mutter out a sound of affirmation to Aconite's question. "Yeah, it's been going fairly well recently. One thing here you can't complain about is prey, it's pretty abundant." She said after putting down her prey so she could form together an actual sentence.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Apr 1, 2019 17:44:20 GMT -5
"Yes it is. Though it is a task to get over the salty tang of their blood. Its not as welcoming as our old home." She added watching Lovetta carefully. Her face telling stories her words were not. "Are you settling in well enough?" she pressed.