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Post by simplylight on May 28, 2022 22:32:37 GMT -5
It had been quite some time since she had seen the grumpy ginger tom that had become her first friend in the clans. She wondered if he already heard the news of her taking over the leadership in Winterclan. A twinge of humor at the thought made the side of her lip curl up. She could only imagine his reaction. Soon she would get the opportunity to see it, though.
Tuskstar brushed her way through the bushes, searching for Chim's scrawny form. "Did I even go the right way?" She knew he had moved out away from literally any civilization with that one cat... that she couldn't remember the name of. How far did he go though? According to some crude directions by an old grumpy cat that spoke of an even grumpier cat nearby, she should be close to his location by now.
Already done fishing for the day, it was time for Chim's afternoon nap. During the cooler months he stayed inside of his den, but the sun was warm and shining today, so he had curled up on the riverbank instead. It was a relatively safe choice: he should wake up at the sound of predators before they descended upon him, and there were few in the area anyway. The last predator he had seen was moons ago, when Lovearrow protected him from a rabid fox.
In sleep, he looked only mildly grumpy; he lay on his side, his forelegs sternly crossed, but his head tilted back so his ginger chin was warmed by the sun.
