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Post by Honeystorm on Jan 23, 2021 22:34:06 GMT -5
Petrichor was being worked to the bone, all for almost nothing to show. The Starkfield was beginning to wonder why they still stayed here, to be honest. He hadn't really even had the chance to talk with his mother in recent days. As one of the few healthy cats, he was tasked with hunting. The tom had been out on his own for two days, and barely had a rabbit to show for it all. Some fox or other creature had dug up what he'd gotten before and taken it, but at least he still had this one piece to bring back. Scrawny as it was, it wasn't much, but anything at all that was larger than a mouse would feed a few cats for the day...
Don was no stranger to the pain Petrichor was going through. Young, healthy, that was seemingly a good enough excuse for being worked half to death. He'd recently gotten a break, but now it was back at it again, making another attempt at hunting in the forest that seemed so very scarce on prey. And yet, he was cautiously optimist; both because it was in his nature, and because a short rest was enough to leave his prospects seeming a little brighter.
Though he was heading the way opposite of Petrichor, he gave a small dip of his head in greeting as the other went by, taking note of the rabbit in the other's maw. "I hope I'm lucky enough to bring something back half that nice." He said in passing, his words one part compliment and another part a cling to an ever fading optimism.