11-08-2018, 11:28 AM
CONFETTI & CONFESSIONS
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Frightfur caught the offer of a hunting patrol from far off with his enhanced senses. It wasn’t something he’d readily admit, but he was keen on spying on everyone. Stalking, spying, being a nosy little shit were among his favorite things. However, the idea of a hunting patrol made his face fall. He didn’t eat meat. He didn’t prefer to anyway. He usually collected his own plant-based foods while he was also out searching the dense vegetation for herbs. It was a win-win, like hitting two birds with one stone.
Despite this though, the Seraphim kid loved to hunt, specifically for sport. Killing for sport was not usually okay when it was somebody’s family, loved one, etc (unless they deserved it) but little prey animals were easy to take down and most of the time NOT someone else’s family.
The pale serval teleported in with a flash of light, pretending to be examining his fake, metal, and blue claws on one forepaw. ”Hmm, it’s been a while since I’ve used these to do any real damage… I’ll come along with y’all, too,” he called in a thoughtful drawl.
Despite this though, the Seraphim kid loved to hunt, specifically for sport. Killing for sport was not usually okay when it was somebody’s family, loved one, etc (unless they deserved it) but little prey animals were easy to take down and most of the time NOT someone else’s family.
The pale serval teleported in with a flash of light, pretending to be examining his fake, metal, and blue claws on one forepaw. ”Hmm, it’s been a while since I’ve used these to do any real damage… I’ll come along with y’all, too,” he called in a thoughtful drawl.
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★ The Rosebloods ★ white serval cat w/ bionic mods + spirit/ghost ★ physician