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Climbingair had been outside of the camp when Bloodyrondo took over. He hadn't heard the news until he returned several days later, and it had been quite the shock. In his humble opinion, Littlecrow had been a just fine leader. Well, he didn't know her, but she didn't seem that bad. If she was locked up she must have committed quite the crime. Climbingair tended to keep his head in the ground, he had very little idea of the politics in the clan.
He headed into camp, dropped off his prey, and immediately found a quiet corner to flop down and sun himself. Fluffy white fur with a ginger-freckled face and one flopped ear, the tom sprawled out his full length to let the sun warm his entire body evenly. "Ahh," he sighed, eyes closing; this was the life.
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Aug 14, 2020 6:08:00 GMT -5
"Tranquilkit, stop your are going to ruin you paint" chastised Jetfire, pulling her little sister in close and dusting off the dirt from her painted coat. Bloodyrondo insisted that both she and the kits always looked their best when out in the public eye of the clan. The meant well groomed coat, intricate designs, and well behaved kits. It was part of his image, now that he had declared her to be his official mate and taken on her siblings as his own and made her to nurse them. They were starting to get older though,and more difficult to keep to his impossibly high standards. Kits wanted to play, which meant they would get dirty from time to time much to Bloodyrondo's disappointment.
She let the little kit go join her siblings with a sigh
He opened his spring eyes to her voice, his head tilting back against the ground until he was watching them upside down. A crooked grin rested sideways off his face. The mother looked frazzled and tired, probably because her kits were so excitable. He remembered his younger siblings being just like that; they had never sat still for more than few minutes. They were always on the run until they fell asleep.
"A little dirt won't hurt them," Climbingair chuckled reassuringly. "I used to rub dirt in my ears, but I turned out fine! My hearing is as good as it was ever was. Which isn't very good in my right ear." As he made the joke, he rolled over and laid upright. "Come join me and we'll keep them nice and safe! You need rest too."
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Aug 14, 2020 17:51:40 GMT -5
Jetfire blinked, but made no move to get any closer to the tom her eyes shifting up to the High Priest den then back to the tom. Was this some sort of test? Jetfire looked back to the kits "Apologies, but I shouldn't be speaking with you" she turned back to looking at the kits as they wrestled and played in the sun light "trust me it is for your own safety"
"Why are your words dangerous?" he wondered. It was hard to tell if he was genuinely confused or just musing. "They haven't hurt me yet. Is it only when you speak for a long time, or when you're very close to me? Maybe it's about how loud they are? Tell me, what happens when we speak?"
