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However, he shook away any second thoughts and returned to a mildly easy-going walk. Quietfeather lifted his nose to the air, catching the inviting scent of bird filling his nostrils. He lowered himself to the ground, keeping his ears pricked for another noise.

















Animals65 wrote:Purpleflower looks up to see Ryefur speaking to her, nodding her head in greeting. "Hello Ryefur!" she said smiling. "How are you today?" She takes another bite of the fish she is eating right after she said the last sentence.
rileywantstobattle wrote:quietfeather - tags;; x [open for interaction]He watched as the molly entered the medicine cat den, then looked away in search of more important matters that he could deal with. Part of him wanted to curl back up in his bed of moss but he knew better than to do that. With the young deputy having a broken paw and their leader seldom showing his face in camp, patrols weren't organized as much as they used to be. Even though border patrol weren't the most important thing, as no one dared to step into the place where not even StarClan made their voices heard, there still needed to be some hunting done. The tom shook himself of any bit of fatigue left, a few bits and pieces of moss getting shaken off his body in the process, and headed out into the grassy land surrounding the camp. He thought he could get some hunting done and make himself useful for once, opening his jaws to smell prey. The stench of other cats hit the roof of his mouth and he walked with a slight edge to his step, his growing concern at the idea of loners or rogues beginning to freak him out.
However, he shook away any second thoughts and returned to a mildly easy-going walk. Quietfeather lifted his nose to the air, catching the inviting scent of bird filling his nostrils. He lowered himself to the ground, keeping his ears pricked for another noise.
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