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Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Apr 9, 2019 13:37:01 GMT -5
@oceanix
The evening was warm. A sure sign of New Leafs coming promise. Leatherfern found his new found freedom as the ex leader of WinterClan as a moment to in time precious enough to wonder. The large chocolate brown tom cast his emerald gaze across the small blooming flowers across his path. Just as it turned to cold black stone. The tom stopped at the edge of the territory belonging to Absum Lux. He had not had any interactions with the elusive group while he had his crown. He had spent the majority of his time along the SunClan and DayClan borders. His pelt still holding their essence. He gave a quizzical glance across the advance of Lux territory. His curiosity growing.
The concrete jungle, the threat of twolegs and rogues was all Rosiodeae had ever known. The idea of meeting a clan cat or another cat from one of the other Revolutionary Groups was foreign to the young General. She had grown up hearing stories from the former Toxicity members speak of a forest territory, mountains, and many groups of cats. As she grew older and wiser she always wondered about who the other groups were. It was during that warm evening in the middle of her hunt that she came across a strange smell. Something about the smell drew her in the direction of the border.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
836 posts
Post by Primordialhaze on Apr 14, 2019 20:46:12 GMT -5
[ sorry been fighting the flu ]
Leatherfern gingerly stepped over the border. A strange sensation this cold unnatural stone. He took a few steps testing the feel of it. "Alright no problem. I got this." Leatherfern started into the territory at a leisure pace. Hopefully if anyone happened upon him they would think him nothing more than a rogue.
