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Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 20, 2019 23:10:43 GMT -5
The bangle tom squeezed his large form form the thanes den. It was early morning and he had no idea what he was going to do with himself. After his tussle with a rogue on the border Leatherstar had given hims the day to rest. Sadly the last thing he was interested in was resting. After Hella's mysterious disappearance from the clan he had sealed his heart away with the realization that perhaps he was never meant to be happy or find a mate to care for. When she had gone Leatherstar made it clear that his and Hella's kits would know him as their father not Spottednettle. Spottednettle and let the chieftain have his way. He wanted to be a father but he didnt want to be one by himself. Shaking his fur he trotted across the rings that made up the camp to look down at an empty fresh kill pile. Well, he knew what he was doing today.
A white and black figure slinked through the exit of the den. Her amber eyes glowed over dangerously over the territory. She aimlessly moved through the grass, lost in her thoughts.
