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Post by dualwielding on Jul 20, 2019 12:25:17 GMT -5
@peepingpeeper
The tall tom padded back into the camp, in his jaws a small creature bouncing limply with each step. Upon reaching the pile, he dropped the plump bird delicately on the very top. The pale ginger fur on his flank shone in the sunlight and was noticeably clean and neat, like he had stopped after his kill to tidy up his appearance again. Starkstorm extended himself, arching his back and flexing his claws over the morning grass. It was slightly damp from the dew that covered it. It was a regular start in SummerClan. The fresh scent of water and warmth coming into the air. The tom closed his green eyes for a moment to take it all in with a deep breath.
Edited Jul 20, 2019 12:25:46 GMT -5 By dualwielding
Nearly dropping the rabbit she had caught earlier, Beetuft made her way into camp and placed it near the prey pile. The short molly grabbed herself a mouse and, looking around the clearing, caught sight of Starkstorm. “Mind if I join you?” She purred, carrying the mouse over and sitting down in front of him. “I love how much I can get out, now that my kits are apprentices. But, I still kinda miss them.” She looked up at the sky. “I don’t wake up as early. Except for today, of course.” She dug in, finishing the mouse rather quickly.
Post by dualwielding on Jul 20, 2019 15:55:21 GMT -5
He sat with his paws tucked away under his chest, his fur fanned out around his body. Unlike the other parts of him, his tail was swaying back and forth behind him over the grasses. His eyes trailed up when he heard the pitter patter of paws and the friendly voice. Starkstorm dipped his head, signaling with his tail that she was welcome, "be my guest," he mewed. He glanced over at her. It seemed within seconds she had devoured that mouse. A hint of amusement danced in his eye. "That's the good thing about kits growing up, I think. I wouldn't know, but I'd imagine it would be nice to finally take them out into the territory, maybe go on a patrol for the first time." He blinked, imagining what it might be like.
She nodded. “I haven’t done that yet, I don’t want to bother them when they’re busy, but maybe we should.” She ran her tongue over her orange paws, a little bit of mouse taste still clinging to her pads. “So, how have you been? I’ve been somewhat busy, actually, I just became a group mentor. Weird considering I’ve just gotten out of the nursery, but I’m not complaining, I love it.” She chatted, barely worrying if she sounded annoying.
