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A slender built low class Warrior slipped out of his respective den. Scrawnyfur stretched and yawned, enjoying the feeling of sun on his pelt. It was a decent day out, the sun was slightly warm through the wind was still cold. New-leaf was on the horizon, which meant more food for everyone. Speaking of food, the tomcat didn't have a patrol until later that day. Perhaps a quick hunting trip by himself, or with a couple of Clan mates, would be good. "I wonder if there will be prey out on a day like today." The tomcat mused out loud.
Post by Honeystorm on Mar 25, 2020 13:17:07 GMT -5
It was never a good idea to get involved with Wanderingwight. Compared to her, Scrawnyfur probably should have been ranked higher, because she was a Maverick, and for very good reason. Though she was Fia Cendrillon's adoptive mother, and Glowstar's child, she was anything but a loyal DayClan cat, and it was a wonder that she hadn't already ended up Forsaken. Perhaps that was due to her relatives, or just because cats were downright terrified of her. After all, she was the strongest cat in the clan.
Nowadays, there were... more reasons to be concerned about her, but at least for now that was irrelevant. It was really the clan's wannabe deities, her younger half-siblings, who had to watch out for that. "Depends on what you're hunting." The she-cat responded, lounging lazily nearby. Other than the two apprentices who had been assigned the rank at random, only herself, her twin Leucisticcrow, and now Scrawnyfur had managed the unfortunate rank of Maverick. She wondered for a brief moment how he'd managed to get ranked so lowly, but didn't care enough to entertain it for long, let alone ask.
Scrawnyfur glanced over at lounging she-cat, offering a friendly smile. "Good day, Wanderingwight." The ordinary tomcat greeting, before tilting his head in contemplation. "To be honest, I didn't have anything specific in mind." Scrawnyfur mussed, "So long as it fills a cat's belly, I don't think it matters much... mice, I guess?"
Post by Honeystorm on Mar 26, 2020 18:49:42 GMT -5
The expression the mismatched eyed feline offered back was bored at best, regarding the tom as little more than an annoyance, so it seemed. She rose to her paws and stretched, letting out a lazy yawn as the scars that seemed to score every inch of her frame rippled with the movement. At standing height, she was terrifyingly tall, taller than even Glowstar, and few could hope to match her except those of her own bloodline. "That is the more boring answer I've ever heard." Wanderingwight answered blandly, "How about we hunt something more interesting." The dark implications were clear, even despite the lack of emotion in her voice.
The orange tom blinked, almost as if in acceptance, at the slight insult to his plans. Perhaps the tom was even a bit dumb, too. Scrawnyfur seemed a tad bit interested. Did Wanderingwight mean hunting birds? He was never ambitious enough to try catching those light feathered creatures. Or maybe rabbits? Rabbits usually fed two cats, sometimes more if eaten by apprentices. "Okay!" Scrawnyfur meowed eagerly. "Where should we hunt?"
