The Sanctum of the Tar-Eaters
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I'll edit this to look more legible/nicer later.
Mountain Fog - Molly (she/her) - Dignitary - 91 Summers
Tagged: OPEN
The air stank, but Mountain Fog knew better than to say a word of it. She meandered between cats of all kinds with her moremates close on her tail. Oak Spine looked terrified, and Snow Fever looked bored, but Mountain Fog was driven on by the knowledge she wouldn't have to babysit either of them soon.
"Alright. I need to speak with the others, you two meet me back at that rock," She tossed her head in the direction of a silver stone that glimmered in the moonlight. "Once you're done."
"Hmph." Snow Fever gave a nod before disappearing into the throng. How a molly that huge could vanish so easily was beyond Mountain Fog.
"Don't forget these cats have no loyalty to THE MIRE. Don't get too chummy with them," When the young tom gave her a spooked look, his fur bushed out at every end, she cuffed his ear. "Don't worry. They'll hate you and your dumb face anyway."
"HEY!" Before he could retort, Mountain Fog slipped away from him.
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Oak Spine - Tom (he/him - it/its) - Deacon - 32 Summers
Tagged: OPEN
After being left alone, the massive nature of the hollow began to suffocate him. His pelt itched at the eyes surrounding him, and the tom rushed and shouldered through all different groups, yelping apologies all along the way. He stumbled over his own paws until crashing into a trunk hidden by moss.
"Ow..." He hissed, sitting up. How could his Dignitary leave him like that?? It's her job to make sure everything goes smoothly! How in THE MIRE'S name was he going to make it through this night?
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Snow Fever - Molly (she/her) - Temper - 109 Summers
Tagged: OPEN
Snow Fever moved through clusters with ease. What her size didn't intimidate, her strength pushed aside. Gently, of course. As sour as she was, she didn't intend on leaving any physical injuries in her wake. Only ones to pride. Many of the other healer-types were mingling already, but she had a limited interest in them. Most, she doubted, did not know the methods she did, nor would they be useful given their varying stocks of medicines. Instead, she lurked at the edge between them and the fighter-types. She looked far more similar to them anyhow.