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Post by ☾ ᴡᴏʟғ ☆ on Dec 1, 2020 13:28:45 GMT -5
Mazie shuddered as she pulled her kittens closer to her side, wrapping her tail firmly around them. She would die before she let any harm befall them, which is why she found herself out in the wilderness, sitting beside a waterfall, waiting. Her upwalkers were cruel and had been since the very beginning but now she had a chance to escape. She'd not let anyone take that from her. The pale white and cream feline lifted her nose into the air, taking a deep breath. The scents of strange cats mingled with the enticing scent of pine. A branch cracked nearby, sending the young mother on alert. "Who's there?" she demanded, her tone a hiss, standing before her little ones like a lioness.
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Post by Jademist on Dec 1, 2020 14:33:52 GMT -5
A large cream colored tom padded through the forest, his nose high in the air. The scent of an unfamiliar cat lingered in the soft breeze. His deep brown eyes curiously scanned the wilderness for a sign of the feline. To his own shock he had stepped on a small branch and the sound of cracking wood filled the air. Soon after the voice of the she-cat rang in his ears. With a sigh at the failure of his silent approach he stepped out of the bushes. “What are y-..” A growl had started in his throat but he quickly cut it off when he saw the kits behind her.
(Hi!)
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Post by dαιѕy on Dec 1, 2020 14:45:06 GMT -5
It was quite chilly outside; in fact the air tasted so crisp and cold, one could assume snow would start piling down from the sky, layering the forest in a thick, frozen blanket of frost. Leaf-bare was fast approaching, and the last thing any cat wanted was to go hungry. Paws laying down lightly, twin irises of pale blue glittered between the auburn leaves, whiskers quivering against the wind ever so slightly. She was down wind, the rabbit busy scathing up earth around itself as it attempted to build a burrow. In a matter of seconds, a flash of fur could be seen as she darted forward, easily pouncing on the hare and killing it. The morsel wasn't skinny by any means, and it would make a nice addition to the two mice she'd already caught. Feeling successful, the young Molly dropped her prey with her other game, covering them with leaves and dirt to avoid predators. The sound of a hiss and growl alerted her, ears pricking curiously. It wasn't too far away, and her curiosity seemed to carry her paws through the foliage. Only moments later the sound of rushing water hit her ears, a waterfall coming into view. There she saw the two cats clearly hostile, fur bristling and eyes round. Spotting the kittens, the young she-cat instantly made herself known, pink nose twitching lightly as the scents of the pair hit her glands. Her guard was up, though she didn't try to make it known in fear of the queen attacking her. "Hi, are you lost?" she asked quizzically, ignoring the tom at her shoulder. Her voice was soft and slightly squeaky, betraying her young age.
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Post by ☾ ᴡᴏʟғ ☆ on Dec 1, 2020 15:35:23 GMT -5
[ hi! ] A flash of cream had her green eyes zeroing in on the stranger, her claws sliding out in an act of defense, the shrill squeaks of kittens loud from behind her. The fur along her spine rose and bristled like the pine trees that stood tall around them, instincts trying to make her appear bigger than she was. The strange tom stopped growling when his gaze landed on her kits and Mazie let out another warning hiss, worried that he might see them as a target. Her cream and white head whipped around at the sound of another molly, this feline much younger than her and the other. That normally would have put her at ease, but she'd been warned about the dangers of wild cats. "Sort of," she answered the younger one, not easing her defensive stance. The mother was ready to attack at any sudden movement. "I... I was told there were cats living in these woods..." Mazie said. Her green eyes lowered thoughtfully for a moment before snapping back to the two strangers.
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Post by Jademist on Dec 1, 2020 16:03:17 GMT -5
The creamy tom’s eyes landed on the young she-cat that had appeared trough the bushes. He swished his fluffy tail in annoyance as she just barreled into a seemingly tense moment. The large tom shifted his gaze back to the queen. “There are.” He replied, his voice steady but not threatening. “What brings you two here?” He adressed both she-cats. They were obviously trespassing and probably hunting around here as well. It would never occur to him to harm a queen and her kits though. Neither a young she-cat. With a swift lick he flattened the fur on his shoulders, awaiting their responses.
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Post by dαιѕy on Dec 1, 2020 16:31:41 GMT -5
"Some rogues and loners mainly," she mewed lightly, taking a few paw steps closer. The queen was clearly uncomfortable and out of her element, sheltering near the waterfall where her kits could easily drown. The thick woodlands reached a few days beyond, so she must've been out here for a day or two, considering they were relatively near the twoleg place. Normally, the young she-cat wasn't interested in wandering near the no-furred creatures, though with prey becoming scarce she had to expand her normal hunting grounds. "Careful though, there may be larger groups of cats nearby not as friendly as us," the Molly stated abruptly, ear twitching as she strained to hear any off movements. She'd seen the tomcat around, though hadn't bothered to speak with him. He seemed kind of grumpy and annoyed at all times, a combination she didn't want any part of. "Are you hungry? I just caught a rabbit I can go grab." Her tone was light, as she spoke, slipping out of the shadows of the forest. Fully seen, her appearance was a bit confusing. Her long limbs and tall stature made her look older, though her fur was still soft and downy like a 6 moon old kit. Her bodice was jet black with a white tail tip and smoldering blue eyes to match.
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Post by ☾ ᴡᴏʟғ ☆ on Dec 1, 2020 16:58:53 GMT -5
The swish of the male's tail had the molly crouching down defensively, her lips curling back over her teeth to show off her sharp fangs. She might have lived with housefolk but she was no push over, not when she had five little lives that depended on her now. Mazie relaxed her hostile stance when the tom made no move to attack, though his attitude did nothing to put her at ease. "I'm just trying to find a safe place for my kits," her voice had softened quite a bit as she admitted this. Her green gaze flashed back to the tiny squealing kittens, who squirmed restlessly closer to her scent, their little pink mouths open in hunger. A pang of sorrow gripped her chest as the she-cat remembered how long it had been since she'd last fed. The much more friendly tones of the young feline caught her attention, perking her brown tipped ears. "I see," she mewed, wondering at these larger groups of cats. She'd been having odd dreams as of late, of strange cats begging her to take her chances out in the wild. It was one of the many reasons she'd had to leave... "I don't want to take a meal from you," she said, looking to the young black furred molly, her green eyes glistening in the weak sunlight. Yes, winter was certainly on it's way. All the more reason not to take prey away from the other female - who knows how long prey would continue to run and be plentiful?
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Post by Jademist on Dec 2, 2020 3:19:21 GMT -5
(Sorry I fell asleep!)
The creamy tom’s hazel eyes rolled at the kit-like she-cat and he gave his shoulders a light shrug as she didn’t care to reply to him. He’d caught her scent before but so far they’d never seem to have crossed paths. For now he kept his mouth shut as she talked about the larger groups of cats, only twitching his whiskers ever so slightly. He’d left his clan far away, at the edge of the woods.
At the mewls of the tiny kittens his face softened slightly. “I can help you. I know a safe place, I have a den nearby. You should take the prey from her.” He suggested to the queen, flicking his fluffy tail at the younger she-cat. Surely she wouldn’t go hungry right away and the queen would need all her strength to feed the kits. “I won’t harm you or your kits, I promise.” The large tom felt the need to tell her, as her demeanor was still defensive towards him. And rightfully so with strange cats around her. “I can keep your kits warm while you eat.” He gave his thick fur a shake, he hadn’t felt the cold on his skin in moons and he was sure his cream colored fur would keep the tiny bundles nice and toasty. If only they would trust him a little bit.
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Post by dαιѕy on Dec 2, 2020 12:57:07 GMT -5
Although the queen seemed rather hesitant, the young she-cat didn't want her to starve to death; especially with five tiny kittens. It would take all her strength just to produce milk and feed them! Without saying a word, she plunged into the undergrowth and dug up her game, nose twitching lightly at the pungent smell. Swiping up the two mouse tails, the young Molly was barely able to hold all three pieces in her maw, tottering back rather awkwardly. Dropping the prey on the ground, she gnashed her teeth together in an effort to loosen up her jaw. The black Molly nosed the rabbit toward the queen, dipping her head respectfully. "Want a mouse?" she inquired to them tom, flicking her tail tip to one. Despite her odd appearance, she seemed to be a formidable hunter. Her age was at an awkward 10 moons, her body finishing growing yet she still seemed a bit gangly and awkward. Soon enough, she'd be a tall and well-muscled opponent, much like her mother. White tail tip twitching, she settled back on her haunches and tasted the air, aware that prey as well as predators could be lurking in the shadows."Anyway, I guess I should properly introduce myself. My name is Ravenpaw- er, I guess Raven now, actually," she mewed hesitantly, ducking her head in slight embarrassment.
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Post by fire on Dec 2, 2020 15:02:50 GMT -5
A black tom watched the other cats conversing with piqued interest. The queen didn't seem like she was used to the territory around here; she was definitely a new arrival. The tom he'd seen around a few times, but had never talked to him. Talking to others whom he didn't know didn't seem like something he wanted to do, unless he was chasing them away, that is. The young she-cat that offered the queen prey wasn't someone he knew either. Watching the interaction, he shifted his paws and cringed when he stepped a broken stick, snapping one of the thinner branches off of the main branch. His paw felt slightly scratched, but that wasn't the main reason of his worry. He looked up slowly as the cats' eyes began to turn toward him, hoping that his black pelt would help him blend in with the shadows of the forest.
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Post by Jademist on Dec 2, 2020 15:42:21 GMT -5
The cream-colored tom sat down, his hazel gaze following the young she-cat. To his surprise she returned with some nice prey pieces. More then he expected. "Are you sure you can miss it?" He asked as she offered him the mouse. His belly gave a soft rumble in protest but he wanted to make sure everyone else was fed first. They seemed to need it more than he did. He listened quietly to her introduction and his ears perked up in interest at her 'clan'name. He should've know a hunter like that would come from clanlife. "Ravenpaw?" The tom tilted his head slightly. He couldn't remember seeing her before, way before he came here. "From which clan?"
At the sound of crackling wood he jumped to his paws, standing in front of the queen. A growl escaped from his throat as he caught the glimpse of another tom in the shadows. He wondered why the tom was evesdropping on their conversation. It wasn't like they were discussing something important; though he did worry for the safety of the little kits. His tail lashed defensively. "Who are you?" The tom demanded.
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Post by dαιѕy on Dec 3, 2020 10:45:31 GMT -5
The intense stare from the light colored tom made Ravenpaw look away, embarrassed. He was interested in her history, though she was ashamed to share it. Her tail swished lightly to and fro, pale blue eyes blinking uncertainly. "Erm, actually, I came from DarkClan. I was just a kit when everything happened.." she trailed off, flicking an ear toward the queen. Ravenpaw missed clan life, and she was certainly becoming too old for her apprentice name. If the clan were still together, perhaps she'd be a Ravenwing by now, or Ravenfeather. Disappointment sat in her belly like a stone, cold and hard. "It's maybe a quarter moon's travel from here, but there's nothing left of it. We were attacked and destroyed by a group of rogues who call themselves the Horde. There were so many of them.." she trailed off and shivered, sighing softly. "Graystar tried to keep us together, but after a few moons of just wandering, most cats left to become loners or kittypets. But I couldn't blame them, we were starving to death. Eventually, it was just Graystar, me, Rookpaw, my littermate, and my mother, Shadowspirit. Graystar was my father, and he apprenticed me, but he lost his last life protecting us from a dog." Sorrow hit her gaze and she twitched her nose, trying to distract herself so she didn't tear up. "My mother passed soon after, both of them were older and we were their last litter. She just refused to eat, I think she missed my father. My sister went missing last moon and I've been looking for her since. We look identical, only she has a white dash on her chest. You haven't seen her, have you?" she asked sharply, glancing between the two felines. The sound of a twig snapping made her head swivel, ears flattening as her hackles raised. She'd let the tom do the talking, but it was her prey, and nobody would take her catch from her.
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Post by ☾ ᴡᴏʟғ ☆ on Dec 3, 2020 14:48:33 GMT -5
Mazie was nothing short of amazed when the younger cat returned with not only a rabbit, but two mice as well. Her hunting skills were clearly much better than the minimal ones the house-cat had picked up in her garden whenever who housefolk had let her out. That's one of the reasons she'd left, the house had been suffocating to her, the forest beyond much more inviting and lively. Her stomach rumbled at the enticing scent of the fresh prey, such a wild and free smell, so different to the plain dry kibble. The she-cat turned her green gaze back to the tom when he spoke, offering her shelter and warmth. This wasn't at all what she'd expected when she'd come into the pines. "Thank you both," she whispered, dipping her head. Ravenpaw? No, Raven. The black molly came from a clan? At the mention of Shadowspirit, the queen perked right up, recognizing the name. That was one of the starry cats that visited her nightly, telling her about clan life, wild cats who lived free of any human. A better life for her kits. Though forming one of these seemed like a lot of pressure for the ghostly cats to rest on her shoulders. "I-I'm Mazie," she introduced herself, trying to keep her fur lying flat. These two cats hadn't made out to be any sort of threat. "Shadowspirit... your mother... I've seen- in dreams," the cream molly winced, knowing she was butchering this whole thing. The sudden aggression from the cream tom had her on high alert, bringing her kittens beneath her with a sweep of her tail, her hackles raising. Mazie let out a low growl.
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Post by Jademist on Dec 3, 2020 15:01:33 GMT -5
(I’ll wait for fire to reply)
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Post by fire on Dec 3, 2020 15:09:48 GMT -5
The black tom stepped out from the shadows, knowing that his cover was blown. There was no use hiding in the shadows anyway; they seemed to fading away as the sun rose higher and higher in the near leaf-bare sky. Padding out of the forest, he sat down and curled his tail over his paws. He intended to show that he was no threat. "Hi," he said, his voice deep from waking up early. "What type of Gathering is this? I don't think I've seen any of you all around here before." It was true. He had wandered this forest for a few moons, and hadn't laid eyes on any of these cats. Then again, that could be because of the fact that he usually stuck to a certain part of the forest. With leaf-bare growing closer and his curiousity piqued, he had traveled beyond the territory he usually stuck to and had decided to explore more of the forest. His nest for the night wasn't far from this space that the cats were situated in. "I'm Stormclaw," he introduced, thinking it was proper to get introductions out of the way. "Trust me, I mean no harm." A thought pricked at the back of his mind, the forgotten, broken words of a prophecy he'd been given a while ago, but he couldn't decipher it yet, and decided to push it out of his mind. However, something told him that these cats were important, linked to his destiny just as much as he was to theirs.
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Post by Jademist on Dec 3, 2020 15:40:10 GMT -5
The creamy tom took a second to mull over the story of Ravenpaw, as the other tom showed not to be a threat. His clan had suffered a similar fate, that was why he was drifting around alone. A few of his clanmates had survived but they were all scattered around the forest. He'd been unable to locate any of them. "I'm sorry to hear that.. I haven't seen her." He meowed softly, feeling bad for the small she-cat. It was hard enough on a full grown warrior to be on it's own, let alone for an apprentice. His tail touched her flank lightly as to try to comfort her.
His face turned back to Stormclaw and he lowered his tail, feeling less defensive after the black tom introduced himself. A fellow warrior, how come he didn't know any of those clancats? His mind raced with all the new information. "This gathering has formed by chance. So welcome, I guess. I'm Elkheart, I've been a warrior as well. Or I am still one but without a clan." A soft, defeated sigh escaped from his mouth. It was odd that all of them had met at this time, at this place. A little too odd to be coincidence. "Mazie, how do you know Ravenpaw's mother?" Elkheart asked, trying to put the pieces together in his head. Did Starclan have something in mind for all of them? He'd lost his trust in them moons ago..
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Post by ☾ ᴡᴏʟғ ☆ on Dec 3, 2020 15:48:05 GMT -5
[ since i feel like it would be weird to reply without Daisy, either/both of you want to maybe start up a group of different cats? we can be in the same forest and they can all meet up? just because i feel like Ravenpaw needs to be apart of this conversation? i don't know ]
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Post by Jademist on Dec 3, 2020 16:13:23 GMT -5
(Sure, sounds good!)
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Post by ☾ ᴡᴏʟғ ☆ on Dec 3, 2020 16:42:22 GMT -5
The cold breeze flew over the silver and white tabby as he desperately tried to fluff up his pelt, leaping over a fallen log, his hind legs scrambling against the rough bark. Leaf-bare was quick approaching and the tom wasn't eager to face it alone, used to being secure within his clan. His thin coat wasn't made for harsh winters spent exposed to the elements, at least not without the warmth of clan mates. Creekpaw hopped down onto the grass below, lifting his dusky nose in the air, his mouth falling open. Any scent of prey would be welcome at this point. He had managed to miss the shrew he'd tried to catch, an embarrassment. If his mentor could only see him now... they would be so disappointed. His ears flattened back to his skull a bit as the heaviness built up in his chest. "C'mon. There has to be prey here somewhere," he hissed, his tail swishing behind him in an irritated motion.
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Robinbreeze
On vacation till the 27th. Will work on replies when I get back.
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Post by Robinbreeze on Dec 3, 2020 16:58:18 GMT -5
(Hey! This sounds like fun!)
The dusky-brown she-cat raced across branches and sprang through the trees, always a tail-length behind the squirrel she was chasing. As she reached the end of the next branch, she timed her jump, leaped and landed, pinning the squirrel by its fluffy tail. Pulling it back toward her, Puma bit into the warm body of her prey, momentarily closing her eyes and remembering the warm summer nights. Then, as her bright green eyes opened, the brown she-cat walked toward the trunk of the tree and climbed down to the safety of the floor. Once there, the molly set her catch down and began to groom her ruffled pelt.
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Post by Jademist on Dec 3, 2020 17:04:06 GMT -5
(Hi Robin!)
A smokey black she-cat had been watching the young tom from a distance with her striking yellow gaze. Her fluffy tail swished behind her and a mischievous grin laced her lips. The tom must be around the same age as her. Finally someone her own age to play with! "Are ya hungry?" She asked as she barreled through the bushes. Obviously all prey around them would be scared away by her not-so-subtle demeanor. A small dark red collar rested on her neck, a clear sign where she came from. There was a small town at the edge of the forets but the she-cat had been straying the forest for a few days. The house she lived in was far out of sight. Her twolegs would probably be looking for her, again. She was lucky enough to have caught some prey to keep her going, even with her clumsy ways.
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Post by ☾ ᴡᴏʟғ ☆ on Dec 3, 2020 17:21:36 GMT -5
The sound of soft paws landing near the former clan cat sent his head tilting. Not a rodent, something heavier... another feline? A glimmer of hope flickered in his pale eyes as he padded forward, whiskers twitching. He was downwind from whoever it was and the faint scent was just tickling his senses, unfamiliar. Before he could explore further, a smokey black she-cat padded out from the undergrowth, greeting him in a friendly way. Thankfully, because Creekpaw was totally unprepared for an attack if she would have tried. "I was - but now you've scared away any chance of prey," the silvery tabby grumbled, kicking a fallen leaf away from him. Oh well, he could be big and tough. He could go a little longer without. He spotted the collar around the she-cat's neck and peered around the forest. Had he neared a two-leg nest? "Are you a kitty-pet?" he asked curiously, trying to take a step to the left, which only made him trip, sending him stumbling into the clearing that held yet another strange cat. Could the ground just swallow him whole?
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Post by Jademist on Dec 3, 2020 17:33:32 GMT -5
The smokey she-cat had been completely unaware of the other she-cat up until now. "Hi! I'm Caylis." She greeted her cheerfully, obvlivious to any danger these cats could pose to her and not picking up on Puma's hostile tone. In town stories were told about savage forest cats roaming around but she'd always dismissed those stories as fairytails. Those other kittypets were scaredycats anyways. They'd never be up for an adventure. "I have some leftovers if you want." She meowed to the tom, he looked quite hungry and she felt kinda bad for scaring away his prey. Her tail gestured to the bushes she came from, she'd burried some parts of a bird just there. "I am a kittypet yes." She nodded and grinned softly as the tom tripped. "Don't worry, I'm clumsy as well." She tried to reassure him. "I see you're already set. Nice catch!" The smokey she-cat meowed to the other molly.
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Post by ☾ ᴡᴏʟғ ☆ on Dec 3, 2020 17:50:20 GMT -5
Creekpaw rolled onto his stomach when the other feline reacted hostilely - scrambling to get into a more defensive stance. He didn't want his vulnerable belly exposed to a potential enemy. That had been rule number one in his battle training. He tried to keep himself from appearing threatening, not that he could have appeared very dangerous from his first impression. Scary predators don't usually tumble into clearings with leaves and dust clinging to his fur like cobwebs. "I'm Creek-" he cut himself off, a stab of loneliness settling heavy on his chest. He was no longer apart of a clan, not an apprentice, just a cat on his own. "No, that's alright, I'm not hungry," the silver feline shook his head firmly, peeking at Caylis. Appearing weak in front of these strangers was not a pleasant option. "And who are you?" he spoke to the other molly, turning in her direction.
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Post by Jademist on Dec 3, 2020 17:59:39 GMT -5
(Sorry guys I'll have to go to bed ;( )
Caylis shrugged at Creekpaw. "Well, if you change your mind you know where to find it." She sat down and gave her paw a few nonchalant licks while she waited for the other she-cat to reveal her name. Caylis hadn't met many cats in the forest and now she met two. It turned out to be a great day. She had craved some social contact, especially since it started to seem like she was lost alone in the woods. Maybe these cats knew the way to a better place. Hopefully she could pick up some huntingtechniques or something along the way.
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Post by Jademist on Dec 3, 2020 18:16:44 GMT -5
Caylis rolled her yellow eyes and stepped her washed paw back down. “I’m a cat, just like you. Who’s to say where I belong?” She chuckled sofly. “I kinda like my new surroundings, I just need someone to help me know the way around here. I dunno why you’d be mad about that.” The she-cat gave her pelt a light shake, as to shake the hostile atmosphere off her. Why would Puma act that way if neither Creek, nor herself acted unkind towards the she-cat? An uneasy feeling crept on her. Maybe this was the kind of cat the other kittypets gossiped about.
(Goodnight!)
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Post by ☾ ᴡᴏʟғ ☆ on Dec 3, 2020 18:34:14 GMT -5
The tom blinked, his luminous blue eyes slipping between the two mollies, as though expecting a physical fight to break out at any moment. The weight shifted from one paw to another, Creek debated whether he wanted to step in or back away. His clan had been open-minded towards outsiders, they'd had to have been as they were dying off, so he didn't find it too strange for Caylis to be in the forest. "Puma, huh? I had a friend named Pumastripe..." he admitted, a small grin touching his muzzle as he tried to lighten the mood. His heart ached at the memory of the red and brown striped molly, who'd gotten her warrior name right before the clan had fallen apart. She'd always been so full of life. The grief burned in the back of his throat but the tom smiled anyway, determined to show a happy front.
[ good night! ]
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