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Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 12, 2019 0:08:58 GMT -5
Hearthfire walked the SpringClan border. His scarred pelt cold where the skin was exposed. He narrowed his eyes against the rare sunshine. So far down the mountain where the snow slowly ebbed into green grass and even the occasional petite flower it was like a whole other world. The prison guard hadn't intended to travel so far. He could only think of the pain in his legs when he would finally return to camp after such a long walk down and a torturous climb back up.
“I thought I would be the only WinterClan cat down this far.” Icedivy commented as she caught sight of the tom. A slight smile flashed her features as she gazed towards him. She was sitting near the border, tail curled around her paws. “What’s got you this far?”
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 12, 2019 0:27:17 GMT -5
"A wondering untamed mind." he meowed. his voice gruff and deep. Perfect match for his large forest cat frame. He glanced at the frozen. He had not chosen to participate in the battle for the title and responsibility. Personally he was happy being the grunt. He had time to relax too. He admired her form and the obvious strength in her shoulders and back. A cat he indeed, despite his own massive form, would not want as an enemy. "you?"
Hm. Perhaps she hadn’t really thought as to why she had went so far out of camp. “I suppose the same. I hadn’t really thought much about it, I was simply just taking a walk.” Her shoulders rolled in a shrug as she spoke to the prison guard. Her eyes shifted across his form before looking out towards the border again. All seemed quiet, for the moment anyways. Which was a bit nice. To know you didn’t have to be so tense all the time was... relaxing.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
836 posts
Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 18, 2019 2:00:13 GMT -5
"You did well in youre trial." he said suddenly into the still clam that had grown between them. He remembered his gladiatorial trial. It wasnt anything like a trial to become a shard, but he still bore the scar that announced him a prison guard. A badge of honor.
Icedivy tensed. Why must her trial always be brought up? She was not proud of killing a clanmate. Her eyes drifted away from the tom, unwilling to answer now.
