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The Journey was to be made the next morning. Of course, Marshal was restless. The tom found himself pacing around the camp, unable to keep still. He couldn’t imagine resting at this very moment, and was appalled that any other cat could. Huffing he finally broke his pattern and began to head towards the exit of the camp. He had to get fresh air. Maybe hunt... well maybe not. They were moving due to the poisoned prey, after all...
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POSTEDDec 29, 2018 15:48:08 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Renella was anxious about the move, but she was one of the cats who, despite this anxiety, knew that it had to come. It was better now than when it was too late, right? She was small and rather sickly in nature, and her only specialty had been trapping. Now, with prey unable to be caught and eaten, she had felt particularly useless. There was a part of her that hoped that the move would bring back a purpose to her existence in the clan. At the same time, though, there was a voice in her head that told her that she wasn't going to make the move. SHe was thinking deeply about this when she found herself almost running ointo the tom.
"Oh, sorry," she meowed, her cheeks hot despite the fact that she hadn't actually crashed into him.
Marshall smirked, he couldn’t help it. The feline before him seemed rather distracted and off in her own world. His own restless thoughts had drifted away as he watched the flustered feline. “It’s alright, are you okay?”
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POSTEDJan 3, 2019 18:07:10 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
These were words that weren't often spoken by Primal Instinct cats. That was her first thought as she stared at him rather dumbfoundedly, her head titled slightly. "Okay?" she asked in a rather meek tone, something that also was abnormal for the group in which she resided. Primal Instinct was not a group of meek cats. "I'm alright, I guess. Unharmed, at least. You?"
