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Mangoswirl sighed as she took a look at the fresh-kill pile, craning her head to see if it looked a little less empty from a different angle. Even with her freshly-caught vole and finch, it still didn't look too impressive. For a Clan that supposedly has fewer members than most, we sure do go through a lot of food...
She swept her gaze over the rest of the camp, watching her new Clanmates talk among themselves and go about their day. There'd been a lot more recruits in the past few days, and some of them didn't seen to have much of a Clan background - maybe there was someone that was eating a little more than their fair share, or they weren't re-filling the pile after they'd eaten? It was better than the alternative, that there wasn't enough food in the area to sustain the whole Clan. Her eyes narrowed as her gaze fell on Fuzzypeach, a cat who was - and she really didn't mean to be rude - rather large. Well, that seemed as good a place to start as any.
"Hey, man!" Mangoswirl chirped, padding up to Fuzzypeach with a nod of the head. "I haven't talked to you yet. What's your story?"
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Feb 7, 2020 18:47:06 GMT -5
it's all good <3
Fuzzypeach had caught a shrew today. Okay, granted he caught it because another warrior wounded it but still, it counted. He'd celebrated by eating a rather large mouse and was now trying in vain to clean the fur between his shoulder. His large neck prevented that and he was currently spinning in a circle while sitting, trying to reach the fur. He gave up when Mangoswirl approached, leaping up and shaking a tuft of fur off his pink now, "oh, hey! I'm Fuzzypeach," the tom gave a little nod to his round belly, "you can probably guess the inspiration for that name. I'm an en-kittypet actually, just seeing what this wild life is all about. What's up with you?"
"An ex-kittypet, eh...?" Mangoswirl remarked, glancing at the fur Fuzzypeach had been trying to clean. "I wouldn't have guessed that!" She sort of had, but that wouldn't be a very nice thing to say.
"I'm ex-SpringClan myself," she said, not willing to offer much more than that - not that there really was anything more to add, though. "You settling in well so far? Have you, um, been hunting yet, and all that stuff...?"
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Feb 7, 2020 19:19:36 GMT -5
Fuzzypeach shot her a knowing look and let out a good-natured chuckled, "you most certainly guessed. But it's fine, I'll shed some ounces I'm sure." Probably not, he knew where to find kittypet food if prey ran short.
"SpringClan," Fuzzypeach curled his tail in amusement, "sounds... sweet." Sounded like SugarClan to him, but what did he know? He'd been one of these cats for all of half a moon. Maybe SpringClan was worse than the group of rogues over by the deli, that place screamed terrifying to him. "What brings ya to SwiftyClan?"
