NEW TAB: Stormsnap - male - liliac tabby point - tags
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Stormsnap didn't like hunting. Call him lazy, squamish or even afraid of killing and you'd be right about one of those things, but he often played it off as the former. At least he tried to.
Storm had been sitting in camp, eating a small vole when he noticed the group. At Whitedove's soft reprimand of Canarysong, the tom had decided to move to a better spot to, in nice terms, better observe the situation. In all honesty, though, he was drawn to the group much the same way Whitedove was, though Storm was less a mediator and more mildly interested in any gossip or drama. He munched on his vole, eavesdropping.
He considered Rainstep's words and, at the mention of a patrol, the tom's tail would flick. Tensions in the camp had felt a bit more... tense then usual, with all the travel and large influx of cats and all and Storm wasn't immune. The tom's pelt was slightly more disheveled then normal, and recently he'd started to notice it hanging off him in some places while being stretched thinner in others. He'd seen it in other cats too. Most importantly, though, cats seemed more down. More willing to claw each other's ears off and snap. And well, Storm decided it wasn't his vibe.
"I'd be willing to join," He offered, mentally grimacing. Not sure what help I'd be. He stood up, the vole finished, and padded over to the group. His tail raised in greeting the tom opened his mouth, but quickly closed it again. The idea of inviting Canarysong along as a way to tease her tucked away in his checks. As much as he'd like to tease her for her bad mood, it wouldn't be productive to hunting and honestly he didn't blame her. Whitedove and Rainstep seemed cool, and he did not want his first interaction with them to be, well, him egging on Canary song, for a lack of better terms. So he just added a "Love to help out," in place of it.
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