Snowfire had seen more than enough. Padding into camp tired, filthy and hungry, he wasn't in the best of moods. Rolling in a puddle of water on the way home had washed the mud and scents away, but had matted his long, thick pelt more. He grew even more frustrated upon realizing that all of the prey had been soiled since no one had covered it. Padding into the elder's den, he dropped his vole, ignoring his own snarling stomach. That should feed you all for a bit. Padding out wordlessly, he laid next to his sharpening rock and began to clean his matted, soiled pearl pelt. When Bluefeather returned, he'd talk to her.
She probably needed someone to cry on by now. Inwardly, he hoped she'd come. They had more things to discuss than just Blackstar.
Tagged ;; No one
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You'll probably be up and running in a few days, dear. Laying her head down, the queen sighed, and let her jade eyes slide shut. She wasn't sleeping, just relaxing. And listening.
Tagged ;; Rosewing, Silentkit, Mousekit