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Dainty paws hit the ground in a light patter as they moved through the territory known as SummerClan. The owner of said paws was in quite the hurry, but why? Even she didn't know. All she did know is the anxiety that was blossoming within her heart, and the dreaded feeling that had her gut tied up in knots. She didn't know why she got this way, or what caused it, but it was enough for her to scream. Not that she would, that would bring herself way too much attention.
It had only been a week since Khaalida had joined the group of cats that called themselves SummerClan, and she had yet to grow fond of their customs or the way they handled things. Everything was immensely different than the Northern Kingdom, where she was raised; there were no famines, no plagues, no failed uprisings. Only happiness. It was odd, seeing everyone here with a smile on their face. Every time Khaalida herself had tried to muster up a smile, it turned into baring teeth; a snarl. It was quite embarrassing.
Khaalida rounded the corner, only to be met with a force that could easily stand up to her own strength. She let out a sneeze as she collided with the other feline, and her heart began to thud right out of her chest with embarrassment. "Oh!" She exclaimed, taking a step back to blink at the stranger. She didn't recognize them; she had only joined a week ago and had yet to introduce herself to everyone. Not that she had really been trying - meeting others freaked her out.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jul 20, 2019 17:59:21 GMT -5
Dustfeather had been out hunting by himself hoping to bring in a big catch but all he could show for his efforts was one scrawny mouse. It would just not do bringing in such a small catch. The gray tabby determined he would stay out until tomorrow if he had to just to bring in a decent catch. A quick glance up at the sky told him it was still clear with no clouds in sight. Fox dung! he hissed under his breath. The heat of the sun was keeping the prey in their holes just as much as the cold temperatures during Leafbare had done. Perhaps he should try hunting birds, there was plenty of birdsong in the air - or how about fishing? Now why hadn't I thought of that before?
With renewed energy, Dustfeather picked up his mouse and started heading toward the nearest water source, the main stream that divided SummerClan territory in half. As he rounded a corner, right there in his path was a cat. And she sneezed on him! At first he thought she was an intruder but then he realized she was the new cat he had seen around the camp. He dropped his mouse and began to wipe off his soiled fur. "Watch where you're going," he huffed. "And where you're sneezing."
