07-30-2018, 06:12 PM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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the air was cold. too cold for her to be here. frigid, though her pelt protected her to some extent.
the trudge to snowbound's territory was a long one. while she was used to crowded vegetation and muck that pulled at her ankles, she wasn't used to having to drive herself through the dredges of snow, clearing a path for herself. the gal floundered, and promptly huff.
her leg was healed-- though not fully. it was easier to put all four feet on the ground, though the chaser had to constantly remind herself that far too much strain could end up in breaking her leg again.
but the warmth of the flame that flickered near the gathering was warm. it was soothing and it certainly did chase away the chill in her joints.
"what's up snowies?" the feline greeted casually upon arrival, mane dragging against the ground and all. she probably looked the least dignified. "i'm stocking from tanglewood. what's been going on in snowbound so far?" there was another question on her tongue-- perhaps to ask how they got used to the weather, but that would be a redundant question. people adapted all the time. it would be like a stranger asking her how she got used to navigating a deadly swamp full of bog water and harsh creatures, carrying all kinds of diseases.
this was her first time in another clan's territory, and she was here to represent tackywood. perhaps not the best representative, but she was here nonetheless, in all her rickety glory.
the trudge to snowbound's territory was a long one. while she was used to crowded vegetation and muck that pulled at her ankles, she wasn't used to having to drive herself through the dredges of snow, clearing a path for herself. the gal floundered, and promptly huff.
her leg was healed-- though not fully. it was easier to put all four feet on the ground, though the chaser had to constantly remind herself that far too much strain could end up in breaking her leg again.
but the warmth of the flame that flickered near the gathering was warm. it was soothing and it certainly did chase away the chill in her joints.
"what's up snowies?" the feline greeted casually upon arrival, mane dragging against the ground and all. she probably looked the least dignified. "i'm stocking from tanglewood. what's been going on in snowbound so far?" there was another question on her tongue-- perhaps to ask how they got used to the weather, but that would be a redundant question. people adapted all the time. it would be like a stranger asking her how she got used to navigating a deadly swamp full of bog water and harsh creatures, carrying all kinds of diseases.
this was her first time in another clan's territory, and she was here to represent tackywood. perhaps not the best representative, but she was here nonetheless, in all her rickety glory.
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