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Egretcry padded back into camp listlessly, carrying no prey with him. He'd originally gone out to try and do some light hunting, but like it had been for the past week, he just couldn't seem to catch anything for some reason. Maybe I'm getting sick, he thought to himself, trying to catalogue his body for any pains or oddities. ...Or maybe I'm just losing my touch.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Feb 3, 2019 0:06:00 GMT -5
"Hi Egretcry! No luck?" Marshpaw asked rounding one of the stone walls and nearly bumping into the thane. Her gray paws were covered in berry juice as she had been helping Mistyveil with the preparations for divine kittings.
Egretcry paled at the sight of the apprentice - not that he didn't like apprentices, or her, or anything like that, but he'd been trying to keep his recent failure on the down-low, and until now, he thought he'd been succeeding. "N-now why do you say that, huh?!" he asked Marshpaw, a little bit too desperately to sound natural.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Feb 3, 2019 0:29:17 GMT -5
She tipped her head to the side ears flipping over and drooping slightly. "You know this is WinterClan right? You know we raid the other clans because its nearly impossible to stay fed here." she giggled. A cat well beyond her years in understanding the world. "You arent the only cat to come back to camp empty pawed."
( lmao what if egretcry was like th-this isn't fallclan? WHERE AM I? xD )
"But stuff like this doesn't happen to meeee," the warrior whined, though he did look vaguely less disenchanted than he did before. "Raiding is a thing other cats here do. I mean, I do them when I'm told to of course, but like...I've always been able to catch, I dunno, a moderately-sized bird before," he muttered, "even when our territory's drier than...than something really dry."
