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Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Dec 30, 2018 16:58:09 GMT -5
Leatherstar set at the entrance to the camp. His dark drown pelt glittered with droplets like dew from the melting snow that was unfortunate to land on his warm pelt. His green eyes glinted with the orange ad yellow light of a fading sun.
"Its time to hunt!" He called out to his fellow clan mates. His paws ached to finally be able to tear into the forest and the meadow with no fear of there not being enough prey to make it through the harshest part of winter. He had lost his mate, and several kittens to the dark dreary cold. It was time for a new fresh start.
Post by ComplacentDevil on Dec 30, 2018 22:58:12 GMT -5
The jarl sat about next to Leatherstar, eyes trained on him with an interest. This was his first yule, aside from it also being his first festival, and he intended to shadow his chieftain, staying quiet as he absorbed whatever knowledge he had to give him. He looked towards the camp, looking for those that had risen with them, wondering who was about.
Crimsonrose chuckled amber eyes shining. She'd tucked Mysterykit into her nest and was ready to enjoy the hunt without worry for her little daughter. She padded over to join Leatherstar sitting at his other side. "This will be fun," She said with a mrrow of amusement. She glanced over to the jarl. "Think you're ready for this?" She asked whiskers twitching.
Post by ComplacentDevil on Dec 30, 2018 23:55:12 GMT -5
"Borne for it," the bespeckled tom hissed through his teeth, not bothering to look at the she-cat. His emerald eyes narrowed as they shifted again, then lost focus, starting to stare through what was before him, "Just waiting for the rest," he assured.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Dec 31, 2018 0:07:00 GMT -5
Hearthfire and Spottednettle padded towards the three side by side. An odd sight as they usual worked opposing guard shifts. Though they both laughed as they neared having shared a joke obviously in good spirits. "Greetings." meowed Hearthfire as he settled in to wait with the others, the small gathering turning into a party with their addition.
"Youd think more would show for their first mass hunt." Meowed spottednettle observing those gathered.
"They will come." Leatherstar meowed in response dipping his head in welcome to those who joined him.
"Hopefully soon, I'm hoping to find something good for Mysterykit." Crimsonrose said with a stretch beside Leatherstar. "I have a reputation as strongest mother to keep," Her eyes took a surprisingly soft look as she let out a purr.
