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Despite the eeriness of the strange territory, and the constant feeling that she should be looking over her shoulder she could almost get used to being in MoonClan territory. Why not? If you looked past the incident that happened on the full moon and the cold, and the sickening feeling that you were always being watched it wasn’t so bad. It was for all those reasons she found herself wanting a hunting buddy and why she had found the courage to approach Fawnpaw now. Their last encounter hadn’t exactly gone… smoothly. Tonight she would make up for the awkwardness of their first meeting by showing him she was a capable hunter.
Taking a deep breath she made her way over to the group of identical cats, who never seemed to separate unless one was dragged away for one reason or another. “Hi Fa-” before she could even get the greeting out she lurched forward, her chin hitting the ground hard enough to make her teeth clack together on impact. Dazed the she cat turned to look behind her, only to find one of her hide paws tangled in a stray vine. With a defeated sigh she turned back to the group of toms.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 18, 2020 15:19:40 GMT -5
Fawnpaw was distracted.
It was clear in the ways his eyes darted around. Sure, he didn't really care where he was. Had long enough fur where the cold didn't bug him as much as the others. And was already used to that feeling of being watched. When you have three brothers and a ghost dad, you get used to that kind of thing.
So it was something else entirely, and that was his memories. It wasn't like Spellmania was a bad mentor, or partner really. She got everything she wanted to do and did it well. But he missed the sweet smell of flowers. The slow and encouraging voice as it raked its claws along his flank. The cool night air that threatened to choke him.
He missed Dovegarden.
And he would have stayed in his dreary remembrance until he heard a snap and teeth on teeth. Fawnpaw jumped and spun around, finding Aurorapaw on the ground only a few steps away. "Are you okay?" He was quick to act, walking over to her side. A good romeo. The embarrassment didn't even register, his mind was clouded. Which made him splitting the vine around her paw in half nonchalant. After a pause, he forced a smile, "Hey Aurorapaw. What's down?"
