05-29-2022, 12:09 AM
AbyssJaw had been on a patrol when a cat whizzed right past him. He flattened his ears and scented the air, recognizing that the scent was both of his own clan, and the fear-scent of rabbit. He sighed and continued his patrol, returning to camp just as FeatherStone did. He flicked his ear in greeting when he saw the warrior, and dipped his head, letting him go into camp first.
When his patrol disbanded and the warriors all dissipated into the large group of cats, AbyssJaw trotted over to FeatherStone. "Nice catch." He stated, voice bold as he loomed beside the warrior. His orange eyes were intense, hardly flickering between the warrior and the rabbit. "You startled me earlier."
Then, after a moment of silently standing there, he dropped down onto his haunches and settled into a crouch, turning his gaze away from FeatherStone for a moment, so that the poor warrior could get a break. Then, quietly--.
"Do you mind if I have a bite?" He was starving.
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