S P A R R O W S O N G
27 moons - she/her - warrior - ππΌππΌπ
location ; elder's den
tags ; ebonydawn, open
- a familiar scent crept over sparrowsong's senses. ears twisted at the peak of every sound... from what she could make out, pinepaw and a few other apprentices had just been bickering in their den. memories of her youth - and siblings - flashed in her mind. she lingered for just a moment pondering a simpler time, before continuing on towards the prey pile, her nose now fixated on something shiny & scaly. she watched as ebonydawn padded away with... something, but she couldn't make out what. she silently hoped he didn't take the last fish. craning her neck to get a better look, she saw the amphibian swinging limply between his jaws. ...frog? to each their own, she thought.
like a wave, the calming scent of distant rainfall crashed into her once again. she knew what this meant - a beautiful grey sky overhead, and maybe even her favorite weather. though stone-faced, sparrowsong could hardly be in better spirits. she gently lifted the fish from the pile, her teeth sinking effortlessly into its soft flesh.
sparrowsong hadn't been assigned any duties yet for the day, and the idea of having nothing to do made her deeply uncomfortable. she wondered if ebonydawn might want some company. perhaps he has some stories to tell today, her mind was racing at its typical, almost palpitating pace; before she realized, she was already in front of the elder's den. "...mind if i eat with you?" her words tumbled out awkwardly.
she was feeling rather nostalgic this morning.
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R O B I N
27 moons - he/they - loner - ππΌππΌπ
location ; abandoned car (his house)
tags ; none (open)
- a migraine teased the red tomcat, buzzing in his skull. he always was slow to start the day. he fought with his body for just one more hour of rest, but a hazy glow radiated from cracks above him. rust had eaten away the belly of the monster he called home and a black, oily substance clung to every nook & cranny. the inside was coated, saved for one comfy spot, just big enough for him. his makeshift "den" was suspended just high enough from the ground to hunt prey with ease. oftentimes lizards would scurry into the shade in an attempt to escape other prey.
today, a field mouse scurried into view instead. he adjusted to reach solid ground, then quickly made his descent on the unsuspecting creature. even if a little barbaric, it was efficient - convenient even. he claimed his prize, devouring it as ravenously as it'd been caught. satisfied, the tom shook off the accumulated ash & debris from his fur. he heard something snap in the distance... a twig, maybe? robin reluctantly peeked his head out from beneath the beast's rotting remains.