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berry ; it's not ooc if it's funny ; icon - @enskkt
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Post by unknownhearts on Feb 10, 2022 15:31:59 GMT -5
The graves were shallow.
Far too shallow for Aine's liking. It was a disgrace, yet there was no time or energy to devote to them. For every minute she spent digging further, collecting withering flowers, they were wasted minutes. One she could spend hunting, treating the sick, whatever. It was the same thing every day. The past few moons have been hell for the Regime, she wondered if the dead's souls would even pass to the next life. Maybe they were still too concerned with the world they just left. It gnawed at her soul, her very being.
So even though it was dark, freezing and her stomach nagged her on, Aine digged. It was a rarely visited place, far too grim for most. She understood, it was easier sometimes to just try and move on. Still, the minutes ticked by and Aine's pelt got dirtier. A noise behind her made her ears perk up, and she ducked slightly into the grave she was digging. Her heart fluttered at the idea of getting to spook someone.
Edited Feb 10, 2022 15:32:08 GMT -5 By unknownhearts
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Feb 18, 2022 22:49:48 GMT -5
Nottingham hated going out to the graves. It felt wrong to hunt in an area where the dead slept. However, with the lack of prey, she felt like she had no choice. If there was one place mice thrived, it was out here where no one dared to venture. A shiver ran down her spine at the sense of dread that settled over the area. She continued to move forward, but did so cautiously as to not disturb the graves. The last thing she wanted to do was fall into one...
berry ; it's not ooc if it's funny ; icon - @enskkt
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Post by unknownhearts on Feb 25, 2022 0:28:12 GMT -5
Aine could barely make out the top of Nottingham's ears, keeping herself flat to hope she wasn't seen. Her heart pounded, excitement starting to boil her blood as she listened. But the footsteps were so quiet, so cautious, it tempered her expectations. She wanted some sort of rough and ready type, someone that she couldn't feel bad for spooking. But every step this cat took sounded like it was taken with such care. But they got closer, and her pelt began to puff up. Mixed emotions running higher and higher, every nerve in her body was alight at she fought with herself. Just what was she to do? Her mind ran with a million options.
Though they all stopped when something fell on her back.
The screech she let out was unreal, loud enough to wake the dead as she scrambled out of the grave. Her poor passenger, a mouse, laid stunned on the ground as Aine hopped around like she was on fire. Blue eyes wide, her plan completely forgotten as she could still feel the phantom mouse nails digging into her back. "Getitoffgetitoffgetitoffgetitoff!!"