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Plot: Sweetcrema and Jiltedlynx visit the Ancients who are lounging near the hot springs in camp. Its a stormy day outside so most cats have remained in. Maybe they can hear some stories or learn something new from the ancients. Heads up, Brokensight isn't old, more like senior warrior age, but he was wounded in battle in unable to see from one eye more than shadows and shapes and the other is completely gone. Since he wasn't born blind and thus adapted, he still struggles sometimes to get around, especially now with tehir new camp. Jiltedlynx - MorteAutumnal, Sweetcrema - Summerthyme, Brokensight - pao, Coldfog - Phantom
He had been lead to the edge of the hot springs by Coldlfog, the other tom having wanting to feel the warmth up close. It was nice, this new camp. Though he had no idea where everything was just yet, and had walked into a few stone pillars sticking out of the ground already. Luckily, the tom hadn't yet walked into thehot springs for he didn't know how to swim.
Post by Summerthyme on Dec 3, 2020 12:57:02 GMT -5
Sweetcrema had joined Jiltedlynx on a little walk to visit the ancients. The pupil recently discovered she was pregnant with her first litter and was excited enough to sit and listen to the older cats musings. She trotted along towards the warmth of the springs her head held high and light ginger rail swishing behind her.
Brokensight wasn't old per say, just handicapped and unable to do his job. He'd been injured as an apprentice just before becoming a warrior. Lost an eye and nearly completely blinded in the other, it was a tragedy to happen to someone so young but he'd embraced it and moved on. Becoming an ancient long before his time, the senior warrior aged tom, was pleased to hear new stories and experience all he could even now. A new camp would take some getting used to but he was ready and willing to adjust. Hearing pawsteps approaching, he smiled and called out. "Hello."
