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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2018 10:48:20 GMT -5
(no worries! and you're aware you don't need to right essays for the forms right? their amazing, but don't stress yourself making them so long!)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2018 10:53:25 GMT -5
(no worries, it wasn't meant to come across as rude so you have my apologies if it did! and I'm looking forward to vervain x wild [oml their ship name could be wildwilt, which is really cool ] did you decide on her being a queen out of curiosity?)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2018 11:04:23 GMT -5
(kayoot XD would I be allowed one of the kits?)
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Post by 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 † on Sept 13, 2018 12:43:09 GMT -5
{ Hello! Also, sorry about that mistake. If you'd like could Silverstorm just be a warrior then?}
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2018 12:57:16 GMT -5
<Duskpoppy --- Camp Entrance --- @velveteenwolf>
Duskpoppy had been up all night, and she now slunk into camp quietly. Her jaw was stuffed with her namesake flower. The ones around her nest had began to wilt, so she had spent that night gathering more. She blinked slowly, eyes adjusting to the light of the rising sun, and she shook some stray grass and leaves off her pelt. She often ended up trailing plants into camp, as they stuck to her decently thick pelt when she went in search of flowers.
She glanced around. It seemed almost everybody was still asleep. It looked as though Wildwater had just returned, and Oddrose has come back with prey. Fenflower looked as though she had just woken up. And as for their leader... Coltstar was sunning himself alone. Duskpoppy's ears flicked as she leaped up to the rocks next to him. She shifted her jaws to loosen a flower and allowed it to drop next to him.
Ever since the death of his mate, Coltstar had been... different. Forlorn. It was sad to see, and she felt an odd stir of pity when she looked at him. She gave him a curt nod, already turning to leap back down. She didn't want to drop the rest of the poppies, and her small gift to Coltstar had made it harder to hold onto the rest.
<Waspwing --- Camp --- Open>
Waspwing's ear twitched and he squinted slightly as he emerged from his nest. It was surprisingly warm despite the colder days just around the corner, and he stretched lazily, before shaking out his fur. He glanced around the camp. It seemed a few others were up, though the majority of those who were up looked as though they had been up all night.
He glanced at the fresh-kill pile, but decided not to eat yet. He wasn't all that hungry, and he figured he should at least get some hunting done. It was better than sitting around, staring at his paws.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2018 14:11:15 GMT -5
(that’s fine twist and thanks myst! I’m currently at dinner with parents so won’t reply for a while, but feel free to role play)
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Post by 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 † on Sept 13, 2018 14:20:09 GMT -5
{Anyone wanna rp? cx}
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"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Sept 13, 2018 14:37:22 GMT -5
𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 † - - { I'm open~! Would you like to start? }
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Post by 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 † on Sept 13, 2018 14:38:36 GMT -5
{ Could you start please, I'm typing the last portion of my essay. Sorry! }
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ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Sept 13, 2018 14:44:06 GMT -5
𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 † - - { It's no problem! I'll start then. }
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ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Sept 13, 2018 15:07:04 GMT -5
Warrior ... ♛ | Wolfsneeze | ♛ . RavineClan's Camp . . 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 † 's Silverstorm | @nettles 's Waspwing . -- Falling starkly against the form of a seated femme was the sun’s morning rays, its lambency penetrating the grooved ceiling like daggers to a slab of meat. Twin icy blue optics had already taken to coldly observing each and every one of the slumbering individuals about her, taking them in with a note of disgust. How weak many of them were. She never tolerated the powerless.
Jowls parted into a yawn, opening wide to expose a set of pearly, jagged fangs—each equally sharp as they were dangerous. Maw snapping together, the female's tongue went to swiping across the boxy shape that made up her muzzle, dampening those cracked labials from a night of no hydration.
Impressive crown tilting, the feminine’s cold gaze fell to the egress, noticing the stirring movements of those that had already exited. Deciding it time, she leapt elegantly from her mossy perch and loped through the entrance in grand strides. The molly’s poise was kept in an authoritative manner, no hint of humbleness exhibited as she trotted forward.
She scanned the area with a hard gaze until noticing two cats nearby in distance, but far-between inbetween. Chilled words escaped her maw, befalling the morning air in puff of vapor.
“Silverstorm,” rang her brusque greeting. “Waspwing." ooc ...
@velveteenwolf ;; Tried to make Wolf's image a bit like Coldstar's in terms of marking. So they have a similar face mark, but different color palettes perhaps due to two different parental genes? . ♟ .
Queen ... ♛ | Vervainwilt | ♛ . Nursery . . @velveteenwolf 's Wildwater . -- Morning came far sooner than the queen would’ve liked. Light filtered in beams across her flanks, which rose gently to the tempo of her lungs filling with air.
A sigh breathed softly through her lips, in turn stirring the lichen of which her bedding had been conceived of. She loathed rousing when the Clan was barely alive itself; having noticed this by only identifying two to three warriors walking about in the lambency offered by the unripened sun.
As such, she flattened herself deeper into the snug confides of her roost, tail coiling tightly around the curve of her stomach. She could feel the tiny squirms and wriggles of her unborn litter, but instead of a surge of happiness, she only felt the dull sense of dread for their coming birth. Rumors had spread about Coldstar’s retirement and that meant his deputy coming to power. However, as a mother, she could easily detect the presence of evil, or at least something very, very amiss.
She feared what that would mean for her kittens and desperately hoped all her suspicions were mere doubts, and nothing disastrous would come to having a new, younger leader to follow commands from. The molly shuddered despite herself and returned to staring nervously out the nursery’s egress.
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Let the shipping begin >:333
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2018 16:46:28 GMT -5
Wildwater- - - RavineClan Camp; Vervainwilt; ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
Ears twitched at the sound of movement from within the nursery, given that the current inhabitant consisted of only one, he knew his mate had arisen. A slight smile lit his expression, this time more genuine than the one he had carried before, for a moment he wondered if she would exit the den, but knew it was unlikely. The beauty he called his mate had never been much of an early riser, and pregnancy did little to change the fact. Slinking towards the fresh kill pile, he chose an especially plump rabbit from its choices and lifted it free without difficulty and turned for the nursery. His pawsteps quiet and careful as he, keeping his tone the same as he called quietly into the darkness of the depths. “May I come in?” A kindness and respect he afforded few others, but he knew all too well the consequences of entering a soon to be new mothers den without permission. He could sense the anticipation in his mate, but part of him knew it was something different to the usual worries of a first time queen, and it concerned him. Fatherhood was an equally worrying prospect, and not one he had ever put much thought into, and whilst he was apprehensive of what was to come, there was a degree of excitement burning in his chest at the thought of meeting his offspring. For now he put aside such thoughts for the sake of his mate, and waited with patience for a response.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2018 17:24:22 GMT -5
Echokit, Quiet and unassuming, this is a good natured but incredibly shy young shecat. Sleek and slender, she is a beautiful dark russet kitten, much like her mother but swirled with markings of black across her back and body, turning paler towards each paw. Her eyes are a dark greyish blue. Due to the difficult nature of her birth, the nerves in her hind legs are ruined, leaving her with a heavy limp on her right side and other issues which will grow more apparent as she grows. She is a timid and quiet young cat, keeping to herself largely and shy of almost everything. But she has a kind heart, a sweet temperament and a good listener. @velveteenwolf Kit Daughter of Wildwater and Vervainwilt Hope she’s ok ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע, if not I’ll happily change her
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ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Sept 13, 2018 20:08:39 GMT -5
@velveteenwolf - - { She's perfect!! Omg, what a ball of fluff! I'll make Strawberry sooner of later <33 } @nettles , 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 † - - { Btw! You can can make a Wildwater and Vervainwilt kitten if ya'll want :0! }
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ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Sept 13, 2018 20:55:37 GMT -5
Queen ... ♛ | Vervainwilt | ♛ . Nursery . . @velveteenwolf 's Wildwater . -- A voice caught the femme’s regard, her attention brought away from her stomach and towards the cat starkly outlined against the entryway. Eyes softening in response to spotting her consort, muscles immediately slacked in relaxation. Her mate’s presence prompted one of the rare moments she could actually de-stress. She trusted his ability to protect her, as well as his desire to actually do so.
Her maw parted, giving way to soft, melodic words,
“Yes, yes, of course. Please do come in.” The molly scooted a bit backwards, giving him leeway to fit beside her in the rather sizable nest. Her maneuver was a tad clumsy, what with the stoutness accumulated at her gut due to the progression in pregnancy.
She breathed a sigh once again, though this one was more lightheartedly oriented rather than fearful—Wildwater’s visits were always treasured deep in her heart. A purr rumbled in kind to his entrance, and she cheerfully awaited for him to accommodate himself within the roost’s proximity so they could share a cuddle or two.
A smell momentarily distracted her, however. Her crown tilted upward to finally notice a bundle of fur tucked firmly between his jowls. She immediately identified the object as a rabbit.
Still, she couldn’t help but ask a loving: “What do you have there?”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2018 21:14:19 GMT -5
(Went ahead and took you up on that offer. :> Did another sound-themed name to go with Echokit, haha. Hope this is okay :O)
Chatterkit, Chatterkit is a pretty chocolate classic tabby cat with a fluffy, feathery coat, long limbs, owl-like amber eyes, and an unusually tall frame. Like her father, she doesn't have the heavy frame common to her clan, but more of a slim athletic body that grants itself to more agility. As her name suggests, she's quite loud and vocalizes often, always happy to talk with others. She has a chipper nature, never seeming to feel down, and always eager to get back up and try again after each failure. She has little sense of personal space, however, and this can drive others away despite her friendly nature. She's also a bit of a ditz, with a forgetful nature. It can be hard for her to focus on something for long, but she does fine with occasional reminders, and is always eager to please. nettle Kit Her mother is Vervainwilt and her father is Wildwater. Echokit is her littermate. Chatterkit was named for her talkative nature, often mewing loudly and constantly even at a very young age. This is partially because she is deaf in one ear, and doesn't realize how loud she is. (I assume I don't need to confirm I read the rules since I already have characters)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2018 0:14:22 GMT -5
Wildwater- - - RavineClan Camp; Vervainwilt; ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
When he heard his mates reply, the smile on his expression only greatened, and without further hesitation the tom cat pressed into the nursery and towards the familiar russet queen settled in her nest. Dropping the animal at her paws, the slender warrior brushed himself against the rounded queen in an affectionate manner. Her scent was now largely overwhelmed by the milky smells of the nursery, a sign of the life she was heavy with and it brought a great warmth to his heart. The fact she was carrying his kittens only made him love Vervainwilt all the more, a fact he had once believed impossible. Pressing his nose carefully through her silky fur until it touched the warm skin of her very rounded side. His movement was almost rehearsed as he did it often nowadays, and didn’t have to wait long for his desired response. Soon the familiar sensation of tiny paws as they began nudging at his nose. His purr only deepened, as he looked away and turned his attention to the dark furred queen. Lowering his tabby frame carefully into the soft nest at his side, he took a moment or two to groom the queen. Careful to reach and deal with as best as he could all the places she couldn’t reach as easily now she was expecting. She was giving him the honour of making him a father, the very least he could do was try to make her life as easy as he could. “Rabbit,” he responded mid stroke of his coarse tongue. “I thought you might be hungry so brought the most delicious prey I could find,” his tone was playful. “Though if you desire something else, I’ll happily scour the moors in search of it. A deer perhaps?” His words might have been mischievous, but there was a degree truth to them. He’d have done anything to make the shy queen happy. He adored her more than words quite described. (Chatterkit is adorable nettle! Love the theme and she’s really sweet. And Omsc i love these two already!]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2018 7:08:38 GMT -5
(Everyone has been added! sorry it took so long)
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Asexual
ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Sept 14, 2018 10:41:31 GMT -5
Queen ... ♛ | Vervainwilt | ♛ . Nursery . . @velveteenwolf 's Wildwater . -- In a show of happiness, a rumbling purr sounded at the back of her throat, the atmosphere buzzing with the honeyed, mellifluous sound. Her feline vibrations were surprisingly loud, yet loving for the shy, anxious femme she was, but it only emphasized her contentment by Wildwater’s visitation. The queen’s striking orange gaze trailed after her consort to the curve of her stomach, which she trustingly exposed by unraveling her tightly coiled tail. There, she watched with a softened gaze how the male nuzzled against her side—no doubt attempting to feel the squirms and protests of their unborn brood.
“They’re a rowdy lot,” she commented gently with a tired smile. “Strong, too. Like their father.”
Her equally exhausted gaze watched as the tom settled down beside her, and a particular temptation overwhelmed her: that of leaning into him with a doting sigh. She positioned her chin gently across his feathered shoulder, inhaling the forestry scents of his patterned coat.
“You shouldn’t have,” she mumbled dreamily into his plumed fur, while simultaneously relaxing to the touch of his tongue along her spine. “But thank you, dearest. Your gesture is very much appreciated—sometimes I forget I can’t just munch on a mouse now that I’m expecting.”
Eyes fluttered open for a just a moment, she recalled something of grand importance:
“Any names you’ve decided on?”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2018 11:09:44 GMT -5
(I have a variety of nicknames at this point XD I don't mind anything as long as its not rude XD I usually come up with strange nicknames for the people I roleplay with, including a batman and an oni)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2018 12:43:37 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2018 13:55:27 GMT -5
T Wildwater- - - RavineClan Camp; Vervainwilt; ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
Comfortable in the warmth of his mate’s side, the tom cat usually portrayed a version of his own shyness that seemed absent now. Never one for public displays of affection, not that he didn’t love her but it simply wasn’t in his nature. But now they were in the privacy of the nursery, he was more than happy to dote on the beautiful queen who carried his kittens. Wildwater’s movements were surprisingly gentle, the confidence in his movements still there but now underlined with a care and caution not many were privy to seeing. His whiskers twitched with find amusement as he continued to notice the way the pummelling of his unborn kits caused their mother’s flanks to shiver under their movements. As though they were agreeing with what their mother had said. “Our kits will be perfect,” he spoke with the simplicity yet certainty of only a father, and the pride was apparent to his tone of voice. “Just like their mother,” he added with a playful grin, arching his neck backwards as to press his nose into the fur of her cheek. Basking in her scent, his eyes closing for a split second. He’d have happily stayed in that moment for the rest of time if clan life would let him, but it was rarely that kind. However, for now he was perfectly content in the few moments they could enjoy together. Shaking his head, this time a little more firmly, detesting the suggestion that anything could be too much work for the queen using his flank as a pillow. “It was no bother,” he insisted with a twitch of his ears. “Nothing is too much hassle for the mother of my kits,” he touched his nose to the pink of her inner ear. But he was distracted from his line of thought by her question, and he looked back to her with a thoughtful gaze for a moment or two. “I haven’t put much thought into it recently,” he said simply with a swish of his long plumed tail. “What about you?” He added, entwining his tabby tail with her thick red one.
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ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Sept 14, 2018 18:16:10 GMT -5
Queen ... ♛ | Vervainwilt | ♛ . Nursery . . @velveteenwolf 's Wildwater . -- The queen continued to allow him to comb through her fur, each stroke of his gentle tongue causing more and more sleepy thoughts to overwhelm that of the more alert ones. Her eyes lidded, body falling limp like deadweight against the tom’s side… until his words broke the silence in the form of affectionate praise.
She offered a gracious smile, the gesture ghosting her face in a beautiful, gentle light. However, through her positioning, it was possible her mate couldn’t clearly identify her countenance, so she managed a drowsy,
“That’s so sweet of you, Wild.” Again, the tug of sleep welcomed her, to the point she had nearly forgotten to await his answer to her query. So when it came time to a response, she momentarily had to remind herself what the topic was on.
“Hmm, what? Oh right, names.” This time, she raised her cranium in pensive thought—though apparently the movement allowed her to catch wind of the freshly picked rabbit, in turn abruptly plunging her appetite into ravenous hunger.
Her stomach protested in kind when she didn’t immediately budge, receiving a similar treatment in the renewed vigor of her kits’ squirms. With a sigh, the queen took to extending her neck best she could, teeth snagging on the thick, shaggy scruff of the corpse, dragging it to settle neatly between her paws.
She took a thoughtful mouthful of the prey, contemplating her own opinion apropos possible names.
“Well, I have been quite inspired by the birds lately. They have beautiful voices, I love listening to them. Perhaps Songkit or Chirpkit. I don’t know, I’m quite bad at this,” she admitted in a giggle. “Maybe something sound-related? But parents so soon, Wildwater! You… You think we’re ready?”
She raised her bloodied muzzle from the food, giving him a rather concerned look, as if the question was more directed towards her, rather than the both of them.
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Okay! Back at my house, so responses will probably be waaaay faster if homework isn't that time-consuming.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2018 18:30:51 GMT -5
Wildwater- - - RavineClan Camp; Vervainwilt; ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
Light amusement darkened his expression as he watched her begin to doze away at his flank, his whiskers twitched a little. He remained quiet for a moment, not wishing to wake her up in case she had in fact fallen asleep under his affectionate gestures. Wildwater grinned as she jerked awake, as though having forgotten that they had been in conversation, but her kit like gesture only made his heart burn with more affection. Though admittedly he struggled to bite back the smirk which initially threatened to part his lips. "Only the truth, mouse brain," he growled with a playful tone to his deep voice. Tickling her ears with his nose, happy to enjoy the moment of privacy with his beloved before they had a family to care for and no doubt be kept busy with. Helping nudge the rabbit in her direction so that she didn't have to put too much effort into pulling the large animal towards herself. In his opinion even the slightest amount of effort was too much for her to exert, he wanted to do everything he could to help her. Even to the point of being somewhat annoying in doing so, but his actions weren't intended to come across as annoying or rude when he did such things. It was simply his attempts at showing how much he loved her, as he somewhat struggled to show it properly, at least he tried. Grinning at her response, a chuckle pulling from his lips before he could quite stifle it well enough. It was more excitement in her tone than he had heard in a fair while, and it brought a little hope to him that she was growing more used to the idea of a family together. As worried as he was, he looked forward to trying, but sometimes he didn't get the same feeling from the shecat. "I think both of those names are perfect," he nodded his head in agreement. However, his hopes were quickly crushed by her next statement, and his ears twitched in a show of clear discomfort by her prodding. "I'm concerned," he replied with a shrug of his shoulders, trying to push it off as nothing. "But every parent is worried before they become one, I think we'll be fine," please let us be ok, as to who he directed the silent question, he didn't know. But he added with a slightly more lighthearted tone to his voice. Turning back to lick her between the ears, "It's a bit late to decide whether or not we're ready though, we're kind of past that stage."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2018 22:49:50 GMT -5
(mfw this is so short. It's allergy time where I am an I keep having to stop to rub my eyes or take a drink because my throat feels like sandpaper, so it's hard to focus.) <Waspwing --- Camp --- ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע> Waspwing glanced at Wolfsneeze, his attention drawn back by her greeting, and he nodded curtly in greeting. "Morning, Wolfsneeze." He grunted in greeting. He had seen her sharp gaze raking over the camp, judgmental of each of them, but it was hard to take it personally when they was quite a bit to be judgmental of. His eyes flicked to look at Coltstar for a fraction of a second before returning to Wolfsneeze. "Pleasant day, no?"
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