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[ottermouth]

⸺ OTTERMOUTH ⸺

i t ' s  a l l  s o  i n c r e d i b l y  l o u d ,

Otter had seen the hurricane. He saw it from a distance, watched how it wrecked the home of an entire clan. He had quite the tab on said clan, having watched from afar, interested yet terrified of them. If he were to get caught... Well, it wouldn't end well, would it? He always fretted that one day they'd snoop him out and serve him on a silver platter. Although, he noted, they didn't seem as terrifying as some of the other groups. They would tear him apart. Palmclan not so much.
So he sat near the camp -- he had assumed that that was what it was, as he noticed there were a few cats in there, despite their dwindling numbers. One of them was a rust-coloured cat he noticed was the leader after he noticed the way the others interacted with him. Otter put a pin on that -- he'd have to watch out for that cat in particular. The ground shook and Otter crouched, claws digging into the sand as panic flared. He thought it was an earthquake. Only then, did he realize that there was a giant lizard-like creature with a thin, long fin on its back and a thick tail like a gecko. Otter didn't know what the hell that was.
He backed up slowly, tail tucked down, ears flat, heart beating rapidly in his chest. He had heard that there would be small dogs with these cats, not giant lizards that looked like they could swallow ten cats whole. "Relax Otter, it's fine, it's okay." He spoke softly, trying to calm the panic rising in his throat.

"TALKING"