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[planecrash.]

PLANECRASH SLYS

Even after being here for a while, Planecrash could count all the ribs that clung to his slightly less gaunt figure that had been thankfully been helped with food before he found himself catching a bit of prey with the guidance of one of his classmates so he wouldn't be completely useless to them after having been gone for such a long time. He had to relearn the layout of the camp and manage to find his old home, surprisingly not cleared out and taken by another member after all this time. Of course, it needed to be heavily cleaned and fixed up though.

Being a scientist had it’s perks though, as he had amassed several bits and pieces of things washed ashore and left behind by strangers passing the borders before leaving. Plane had even managed to make a small bit that he had help out with small chores and to make sure his adopted son wasn’t getting into trouble when he was busy. Anything to appeal his need for creation and to help out his clanmates in the best way he could given his inability to fight or be quite so social like some of these people.

The ginger tom padded forward as he caught eye of a small group formed around one of the small caves around the territory with the slight clatter of some sort of metal sounding in the middle of it. After giving a quick adjustment to his bag, the male found himself near Keona as he blinked through his thick goggles at the feline arranging bottle caps and speaking of ones with a star that seemed to appeal to her enough to think of murdering for it. Plane’s lips pressed into an awkward and thin line as he gave a quick nod as the others address the mention of such a troublesome act. “ I-I haven't managed to get out to search quite yet, but when I was here before, I had seen a few of those scattered deep in the sand!” He gave up this info to hopefully distract from the awkward vibes hovering around them.

HANDS OF TIME WILL WRING MY NECK