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Ava kept pace just behind Blair. She was curious to glimpse her son's collection, wondering just how many trophies he had emassed. She was proud regardless. That he was more than capable of taking what he wanted from the world.
Batair looked disappointed when Vera didn't answer his question, but perhaps it was for the best. He went back to stand by his father Arden.
Normally Corvus might've forced her way to the front of the group, hopping to her paws the moment Vera called for a volunteer to scout ahead of the group. She was far from normal Corvus at this time, though, so instead she was settled around the edge of the group with a wide yawn parting her jaws instead of an offer to see what lied ahead first. Part of it was because of a lack of motivation - should she really bother offering her effort to a cat who obviously didn't appreciate it? - but part of it was due to her just-swelling belly. She certainly wasn't going to risk her coming kits if she could help it. Even if it meant lagging back with the rest of the group, surrounded by cats that, in general, were likely going to be much less interesting than whatever scouts Vera chose would see.
Blythe was beyond ready to get going. She had seen every part of this territory and painted with the blood of all the sorts of cats this place could draw. She was excited to reach a new place to live. She perked up especially at the request for scouts and she hopped onto her paws, piping up, "Oh, I'd love to join Senescence." She didn't care much about what cat she could be scouting with. She just wanted to get her claws in any strangers unfortunate enough to find the wandering band first. It was the main reason she was looking forwards to moving away from this place, even temporarily: in small part it was in a desire for a change of scenery, but much more importantly it was for the hope of the different cats they may find. Who knew what sorts of felines waited so far past their borders?
Post by xx.sapphire on Jan 19, 2019 22:04:13 GMT -5
Vera E'tani's gaze flitted to focus on her daughter's face, her response eliciting a slight nod of approval. "Blythe, Senescence, go ahead. Return to the group by sundown with reports of what you find," she stated coolly, "and take traveling herbs from Xithymia before you depart. As for the rest of us," she spoke up, her gaze raking across the masses, "let's go."
She started off into the forest, her head high as she passed through the archway to the ruins. The journey had just begun.
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 24, 2019 22:28:32 GMT -5
Daedric watched as his mother turned to begin the trek that would change Primal Instinct for generations to come. The bangle tom secretly feared he would not make this journey. He sent a sidelong glance at his ruined hind leg. Best wish they didn't have to swim any river's or climb any mountains, he inwardly complained.
Beside him Mazikeen, the lycan, allowed Daedric to lean on her shoulder. While the reclusive she-cat and prison guard was not the type of cat to care much, she had grown close to the Provian prince in the last few moons.
Aconite, the secret surviving blood of Indy and Quartet, would keep to the crowed in the center of the traveling hoard. She had gone this long without catching any unwanted attention. Now was not the time.
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POSTEDFeb 7, 2019 2:20:30 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Eidolon pushed to his paws, long fur having been groomed to a silky softness in their time deciding and waiting. The toms pale green eyes appeared sickly, as always, making him seem frail and much older than he truly was. It wasn't something he minded, fine with others eyes passing him over and dismissing him as a hunter past their prime when in truth he was just entering it. The pale bengal cream tom moved through the groups of cats, a lone wolf among those choosing to make this journey with the close companions and family beside them.
Senescence hated herbs. Well, that wasn't entirely true. More so she felt as though they were pointless, and that she had no need for them the vast majority of the time. Travelling herbs? Personally, she felt as though she had no need for them in the slightest, and as such, chose to pretend as though she hadn't heard the Nemesis. She slipped out silently at a comfortable trot without waiting for Blythe to join her. Vera's daughter would catch up soon enough anyway, and if she didn't, the scarred feline didn't particularly care if she explored alone.
