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The wind blasted his face, pressing his whiskers back against the pale ginger fur of his muzzle. There was hardly a scent on the wind, along with the faint reek of carrion. Blightbone curled his lip and continued on, his jaws parted and head sweeping as he searched for prey scents. It was different, being back among cats and hunting for a group rather than ones self again. But it was rewarding, knowing that he was contributing to something greater. Dust settled on his muzzle and he longed to be able to lick it off like he used to, but the jagged stump that was he tongue hardly made it to his canines.
Raising his gaze, he looked around for a dip in the terrain that might hold a body of water or a river, something to help clean his dusty pelt.
"I'd stay out of that water if I were you." Came a voice from behind the tom. He'd been walking the area for some time now, trying to make note of where the prey seemed to be running.. not that he'd had much luck. "There's a dead deer in that pond so you'll likely get sick." Cimber had an irritated look on his face as he approached Blightbone, his own ginger and white pelt might ginger and tan in these conditions.
His ear had swiveled back when he hear footsteps, head following to see the deputy approach. A frown pulled down his lips but he gave a small nod. He was still getting used to the territory and wasn't sure where a good source of water was and he was beginning to get thirsty. Plus, it had been moons since he had gone for a swim. The WaterClan in his blood was longing to slide into the water. "Water?" he garbled out, tipping his head to the side in question.
