05-11-2022, 11:33 PM
[div style="width: 50%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]Already his arrival back to the clan's camp had summoned two more cats towards him, the former evidently more prickly than the latter. Rainstep was far from immune to the remarks of Canarysong, whose words cut sharply as though they were daggers, but in time he began to sympathize with her plight, perhaps even pity her a little. Her physical being was littered with scars and memories of an unkind, painful past, not to mention her pregnancy, which was far from an easy state to be in. She was a bitter she-cat, yes, and often a thorn in many's side, but there really was no point arguing with her. These were punches the tom learned to take and shrug off. "I hope you're faring well today, Canarysong," he replied, nodding his head to her in acknowledgment. "You can look through the fresh-kill pile for my other contributions if you find this unsatisfying." He could kill her with kindness, sure, but a part of him still wished to put her in her place. He said nothing more on the matter.
Exhausted blue eyes fell upon Whitedove now, who also addressed the molly before speaking to his fellow warrior. The bicolor tom's voice was akin to his, and he knew that they both could use a moment of rest for once. When they would be able to shut their tired eyes, though, was entirely unknown. Until then they could only march onward and keep their heads up with a sense of dignity, even if it felt as though it would fall down at any moment. "Good enough," Rainstep replied with a soft huff. "Though hunting alone isn't nearly as fruitful as working with several eyes and ears. I'd love to organize a patrol soon." He was fine with his independent ventures, but it wouldn't be long before they needed more than individuals hunts could offer.
Exhausted blue eyes fell upon Whitedove now, who also addressed the molly before speaking to his fellow warrior. The bicolor tom's voice was akin to his, and he knew that they both could use a moment of rest for once. When they would be able to shut their tired eyes, though, was entirely unknown. Until then they could only march onward and keep their heads up with a sense of dignity, even if it felt as though it would fall down at any moment. "Good enough," Rainstep replied with a soft huff. "Though hunting alone isn't nearly as fruitful as working with several eyes and ears. I'd love to organize a patrol soon." He was fine with his independent ventures, but it wouldn't be long before they needed more than individuals hunts could offer.
[glow=#3370be,2,300]it is happening again[/glow] — ?
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