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It had been some time since Riven had become a member of the League. It felt like centuries, constantly progressing but at the pace of a snail. He had to admit, despite the hoops he had to leap through, there was no safer place than in the League. Though stores were spread from one corner of the world to the other, above all else, Primal Instinct was loyal and cared for one another, even if they had some interesting ways of showing it. Though the masked tom had never experienced any type of group setting before, he had heard stories of the clan cats that the League had encountered in their travels. The black tom was convinced utterly that even those clans couldn’t match up to the League’s protective nature over itself.
It meant that, as he was healing those means ago, he wouldn’t be found and attacked again. Not unless he brought it upon himself.
His hunters hadn’t caught wind of him yet. Or, perhaps they did and they were keeping their distance. A fierce shot of pride ran through him at that thought. No doubt, if he ventured too far from the safety of the web that was built, he would be taken advantage of by the cowards. But was he not enough of a Primal Instinct cat, enough of a member of this family to be defended?
At the very least, if his hunters could be rid of, it would make him feel better.
But he could never ask that of them. Besides, he had a feeling they wouldn’t take him up on it; not unless they felt threatened by them. At the end of the day, his hunters wanted him, not the league. Sacrifice the few for the many, and all that.
He stopped in his solo patrol of the land, glancing toward the sky.
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Jan 28, 2021 17:08:09 GMT -5
Shina wasn't looking where he was going, but truly, what was new? The white tom found himself often in a daze, especially now that he had a family. How was he supposed to take care of kits if he never spoke? Ah, he'd figure it out. Shina had always had a way with the lil nuggets anyways. But some of them were starting to show some interesting, and quite familiar quirks... Nah, better not think about it now. He and Tempest were quiet, true, so it wasn't unusual for their kits to be.
It was these thoughts that distracted him as he ran smack into the rump of some cat in front of him. "O-oh, sorry." He stuttered, almost silently, to the other tom.
