//my swim season is over, so hopefully, I will have a lot more time to be on now! <3 how is everyone?
Shadow That Dances at Night
Shadow pinpointed the scent of Death on the air, and his eyes snapped over to where he was observing. His eyes spoke of warnings, but the fire dimmed to an emotionless hollow when panic entered his being. Little was coming. What would she say to him? Did she still love him? Did she think that he had chosen Talon over her? Did I? Shadow had offered Talon the opportunity to secretly see him, but he assumed the answer was a firm no. He loved both Talon and Little, but since Little was expecting his kits, it was his duty to remain associated with Little. His maw felt like it was glued shut as Shallow approached, not knowing that it was not actually Little. "Little? Are you alright?" he spoke up quietly at last, feeling as if he was about to get a cuff on the ears.
Tags: Death and Shallow
Flower That Blooms in Shade
"It is a long trip to be honest. I don't think you can even see the isle from the isthmus barrier, but we could probably try." Flower suggested with a shrug of her shoulders. If any other tribemate had asked the same from her, she would flatout refuse. The thought of going on a trip with Tide, however, was a completely different story. "Besides, we can say we are checking on the barrier. Obviously it is not very reinforced anyway if Shadow and his band of misfits made it through." The isthmus barrier project would have to be put on hold until all the rogues were chased out, but with one in control, that was going to take much longer than expected.
Tags: Tide
Stream Where Small Fish Swim
Stream was interested in finding out more about Night. She did not know the she-cat very well, even though they had been litter mates for what felt like a long time. The ginger and white tabby she-cat wanted to speak with members of the tribe and figure out their opinion on Tempest. Tempest was her half-brother, and she liked to think that she held no bias towards him when it came to his defense; however, she had faith his innocence rang true. Stream was about to question Night about her perspective on the situation when she headed towards the Freshkill pile. She awkwardly found herself tagging along beside her, but before picking out a mouse for herself she inquired,"What do you think about the Tempest exile?"
Tags: Night