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οΌx | tom | he/him| tags;; cloudswirl , splitpeltοΌ
- Scorchfeather, finishing his quick grooming, he notices that Cloudswirl and Splitpelt were about to head out: his heart jumps a bit at the sight of the pretty she cat. With an uncertain look back at the den, where Rabbitflight was still asleep, he decided that it wouldn't do any harm at all to join his clanmates. She should have gotten up earlier if she wanted to join.
Bouncing towards the two cats, he waves his tail. "Hey!" He calls, skidding to a stop. He gives them a shy look. "Do you mind if I join you two?"
Lord Ghirahim wrote:
ββββββββοΌx | she-cat | she/her| tags;; --οΌβ» Rabbitflight was dreaming. She stalked through the undergrowth of a forest, pricking her ears at the sound of prey. She felt energetic, like she had the power to take on any creature, to defeat them. She could so easily prove herself to everyone around her, who blamed her for her parents' deaths, who cast her and Scorchfeather as bad omens, who would rather abandon them at the mouth of a stream, to wander around an fall in, drowning. She unsheathes her claws, lips curling up in a snarl.
The sight of a fox as her whirling, hackles wiggling. She can kill it so easily, she trained so hard for this-
Rustling roused her from her dream, and she lifts her head, blinking blurry eyes. She just manages to see the tip of Scorchfeather's tail disappearing outside, a betrayal of who woke her. With a huff, she sits up, picking the moss out from between her claws where they must have gotten stuck last night.
This Clan was kind to them, but she knows that she could give her all to them. Rabbitflight would offer her life to her clan if that was what it took - and she knew she could be a good deputy. If only she was given the chance.
Twisting, the white she-cat starts to groom her fur, her tongue trailing long strokes down her back as she smooths the fur there.


