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Post by Honeystorm on May 29, 2020 23:31:32 GMT -5
( Creating a bunch of open threads and pinging users in them! Feel free to reply regardless of if you're the one tagged to jump in or not, and even if you're tagged, obviously this is an optional rp. Jetclaw here's your thread. c; )
Lex had an interesting background. Born a rogue, joined a cult, forced into a marriage with DayClan's leader, defecting to the Regime with his son to get away from SunClan where Foxbane had hurt him by lying to him about his own kits.
It was a quiet life here, as a Scout, but Darkcomplex enjoyed it. Albeit he was a bit worried about not being able to keep Dusky safe from this distance, but he'd made his choice and there was no going back now. Unless he wanted to try the angle of going through initiation again, and he wasn't too keen on it.
Currently, he was walking around topside. The territory, frozen three seasons of the year, was showing the first signs of thaw as what would be greenleaf elsewhere drew near. As such, there was more prey, and with the traps he had, that meant larger, very fresh meals to feed the Regime with. Which would be much appreciated, he supposed.
As Lex walked he'd hear a splash followed by a muffled curse of "Fox dung!" as Undertow emerged from the water of a nearby pond, shaking himself. Normally the scarred black mercenary preferred to go out of the frosty terrain of the Regime to go fishing, but he'd caught sight of a lovely big fish underneath the thinning ice and it had been too tantalizing not to try.
Unfortunately now despite being built for swimming, he could still feel the chill and he'd come out with no prey.
'And that would've been big enough to share with plenty of cats and still save the best bit for Gardenia,' He thought crossly tail lashing as he glared at the fish that had escaped his paws, then he let out a sigh taking a few steps around the bank, shaking himself several times to warm himself up as he went. The irritation fading as he shed the worst of the water.
"Didn't know you'd turned into a fish." The tom had turned at the sound of the water, following it until he spotted Undertow, soaked. Lex looked rather amused, but immediately went up to the tom, leaning against him to provide some warmth. Even with the warmer weather, such a dip in water probably wouldn't be all too good with the remaining cold. Not that Lex had much to say. It wasn't like he hadn't ever made a fool of himself while hunting before. To his credit, however, everyone who knew about those was either dead, or far enough away that he didn't need to worry about it being brought up generally.
