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She clung to the edge of the pit her toes barely touching the filthy ground below her. Acacia hadn't seen a single prison guard all morning. No prey had been brought to them and Russetshadow was getting dangerously skinny. Without nourishment she would catch a cough for sure. The Russian blue pushed off the edge of the pit and landed lightly on her paws. She needed to find food. Not for herself but for the other prisoners. Did this new chief of WinterClan know his clan was skirting their jobs? His prisoners were going to die. She hissed softly and peered through a hole in the den. Could she dig this out?
Plumeriapaw was once again in her own world as she more or less walked headfirst into Acacia. Falling back on her haunches she looked confused for a moment, as normally it seemed other cats tended to pay attention to where she was going and she just never noticed. "Shh, stop it." She hissed seemingly to herself before turning back to the prisoner. Though she didn't know Acacia was a prisoner, she had not even been born there like her older siblings. On top of that, she didn't pay much attention to the warriors as they often only needed a thorn pulled out. The queens and kits were much more interesting.
Tilting her split furred face, she looked a tad closer at Acacia. "Do you need something? I have herbs for stuff, though I think a proper meal would do much more for you. Come on." Tapping her grey and ginger swirled tail on Acacia's shoulder she walked off to the prey. It was clear she had her mother's blatant lack for rules in her, along with a general air of insanity. Though it was less threatening as she was a rather small apprentice with a wildly fluffy pelt.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Dec 4, 2018 22:26:07 GMT -5
Acacia's brow lifted and her ear twitch in surprise and maybe a hint of uncertainty. Would a warrior who recognized her attack her or drag her back to the prison? She needed to find food and at that time that was all that mattered. She padded after Plumeriapaw trying to pump some confidence into her steps. "Yes I haven't eaten all day." she meowed. SHe was proud when her voice didnt crack in her nervousness. "I seem to have forgotten. Could use some herbs too. Have a cough coming on I think."
