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Atlan was out again hunting. The tom was feeling the wear of working non-stop, but he did his best to pretend he didn't. And, on the rare occasions he couldn't convince himself he was fine, the mercenary was very good at reminding himself of all the reasons the pain was worth it. Such a mindset and talent for gritting teeth and bearing it lead to a significant amount of productivity on his part and so today, like most days, was no different.
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POSTEDFeb 16, 2021 17:14:46 GMT -5 TO renegade regime
Another cat was out hunting though she was perhaps being a bit ambitious. Ananassa had spent most of her day watching cats drive by on the road, she remembered from her days in the city that often it was an easy place to find a quick meal. Of course with waiting there it was always fresh. Now however she had a different problem, one of this summers fawns had been hit and now lay dead on the side of the road. She couldn’t move it by herself and didn’t want to just leave it there, it was fresh meat after all. Spotting Atlan she called out to the younger tom. “Excuse me could you come help?” She had some ropes attached but could not really get it to move more than an inch or two over the snow.
Atlan's ears perked at the request, turning his head to see the she cat and the fawn the she cat was trying to move. To the tom, the sight was absolutely bizairre. Seeing his fellow group-mate trying to move a whole baby deer was not exactly what the mercenary had expected to witness on what he had considered a rather usual hunting trip, but part of him almost wondered if he should be used to the unexpected by now.
With a slightly cautious curiosity, he padded over to the she cat. "You need help moving it?" The tom asked, fully aware that the question was probably pointless. After all, he couldn't imagine any other way to explain the sight. It was merely an inquiry based on formality, and just to assure himself he was not, in fact, going crazy.
