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Glaniur rested in the middle of camp, his paws tucked beneath him and his eyes lightly shut. If there was anything that he had learned about the others, it was that they didn't seem overly eager to talk to him. Of course, that was his own fault. Glaniur didn't exactly have a pleasant attitude, and always made it obvious that he didn't trust anyone around him. He saw no point in trying to hide his hatred. After all, he suspected that others would do the same if they found out that he was both a former kittypet and a former rogue. Though, who knows who recognized him from his misadventures.
Post by aberrantfox on Aug 18, 2019 22:21:57 GMT -5
Dappledpaw wasn't looking where she was going as she darted for the entrance to camp. Her back legs catching the toms forepaws causing her to tumble head over tail. "Oof." she meowed as she darted back to her paws and shook the snow from her pelt. "Sorry!"
With a silent sigh, Glaniur sat up, his clear gaze pinned on Dappledpaw. So much for his peace and quiet, but this was Glaniur after all. He would find a way to make any situation entertaining for himself. "Where's the badger?" he asked, raising a brow. Did they even have badgers in Winterclan? He had only been here for a short time before, and that was as a prisoner. Though, he did sneak out every night, and he had not seen any traces of badgers.
Post by aberrantfox on Aug 19, 2019 14:00:37 GMT -5
"Oh no no badger. Just late for a hunting patrol that left without me." she meowed with a small pout." She blinked at Glaniur "Do you want to go hunting with me instead?"
Of course, Glaniur's first instinct was to immediately deny the request, but... it could be interesting. "Oh? You're inviting me?" He laughed, then a grin spread across his face. "Well, if you so insist, who am I to decline?"
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, sis," Came a sweet voice, and out from the darkness stepped a beautiful calico she-cat with vibrant green eyes. It was as if another Dappledpaw had appeared, but the main difference between the twins is that their markings were on opposite sides, yet the same pattern. "Who are you? I swear I haven't seen you around here before." Freckledpaw leaned in and took a long sniff of Glaniur's fur, not caring if her nose was pressed into his furs, invading his privacy. "Hmm. You smell like a mutt."
Immediately, Glaniur took in the differences in the two cats before him. Even if he hadn't heard the newcomer address Dappledpaw as 'sis', it was quite obvious the two were sisters. Twins, to be more exact, and that didn't even require Glaniur's tactician mind to figure out. Storing their coat patterns to memory, Glaniur shifted his grin to Freckledpaw. "Ah, here I was, thinking a daily dip in some hotsprings would clean me right up. There are hotsprings around here, yeah?" He flicked his tail, finally standing up now. "But no, I assure you, every fur of me is, in fact, feline. No canines here."
