∞ Infin ∞Male/Corgi/Hunter/Time travel/Camp/Tags: OpenInfin simply squinted, his cedar colored irises subdued. It was as if the Clan wasn't getting along at all; ever since The Wronged's recent meddling anyway. It felt as if everyone's empathy and sympathy just abruptly dulled, yet he was almost certain this wasn't the actual truth. He brooded by his lonesome, then a sudden, cold rush of vigilance cascaded down him. Spencer seemed awfully lightheaded. Could it have been the work of The Wronged? He wasn't too keen on their varied powers, but it seemed all too instantaneous and drastic to the point where it was rather suspicious.
💧 Cry 💧
Female/Oriental short-hair cat/Dark soul/Sleep infliction/Forest/Tags: Open
Cry pried her long-bridged muzzle open to reply to the dark colored fisher, but she was addressed by Esmerelda so she dropped whatever she was about to say. "Yes, ma'am." She responded, sounding much more monotone and apathetic than Eliot, even when he was being more serious than his normal standards. She wasn't frightened about being dealt with, because she personally vowed not to fail. You could almost catch a devious smirk sketched on her dull face.
