- xxxx Whitetongue hadn't noticed Fawnstripe at first, but gave her a quick smile. "You need some Lemon Fern? I know I'd be hard for you to get a sore throat, but it might help with something..." She trailed off quickly. "Anything you wanted in particular? Just socializing?" She questioned. The she-cat found it hard to communicate with the she-cat, but she did try often to make sure she was at least fine. [ Tags // Fawnstripe ]
xxxx Lemonbite glanced around at his surroundings, picking up the snake he had killed. With his way back to the camp, his paws were already chilled from marshing around in the snow, even if it was only small layer of white. The copperhead's body was limply in his jaws as he proudly trotted into the camp, cockily taking it over to the kill pile. Sadly, he knew not many liked the taste of the scaley prey, but he would gladly share a bite with some gorgeous cat if they wanted to! [ Tags // Open ]
xxxx Biscuit fluffed up his pelt, going on over to the garden fence to jump over. He looked at the snow-covered moors. The tom liked the look of them much better in the springtime, since many of the pretty flowers were in bloom. He's seen every season, winter and fall were the worst of it. All crummy looking, that's what he thought. A powerful kick off the fence, he trotted along the tall grasses, being sure to watch out for those moving sticks the crazy cat, Marko, had talked about. 'He's just a senile, old tom, no need to worry about those.' He thought with an eye roll, yet still was wary of them. [ Tags // Open ]
(note that he's a kittypet, he would have learned the normal terms of twolegs, such as the seasons)
(going to wait for Rabbitpelt's post before I do anything with Starlingkit.)