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Originally Posted by Apollo.
| Larchflame |
( @.squid @xavier. - sorry for the small post )
There had been a lot on the molllys mind as of recent. Her thoughts buzzed through her head uncontrollably, voicing her fears, proposing terrible situations to her, and reminding her of simpler times. She flashed a little glance towards the warriors den, at least she still had her brother. Larchflames thoughts were interrupted by her name being called out by Alderstep. She got to her paws and stretched before padding over to the deputy. Maybe this patrol would do her some good.
"Yo." she waved her tail slightly in a greeting, "I'm ready to go when you are." Featherglow better show up soon, the quicker they get out of camp
the quicker Larchflame can get her mind off this mess.
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Originally Posted by xavier.
> THE LONER •°..
《 No active purrks 》
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Featherglow walked into the clearing the moment he heard his named be called. Oh, a patrol. Just got back but it's whatever. Yeah whatever. The golden tom went over to his clanmates only giving a small nod to each of them indicating he was ready to go.
| @.squid - Alderstep; @Apollo - Larchflame | |
With both his patrollers ready to go, Alderstep spent no time setting off into the territory, trekking to the far edges of their land to the old camp. He already began mentally preparing himself to look upon the dilapidated place. It still felt so weird to think that he used to spend the better part of his life there, and now it was just more hunting grounds, with a tinge of eeriness.
"Should be small things here, rodents and such," Alderstep commented, gaze sweeping over the pit in the center. His ears flicked as he looked at either of his clanmates, sharp-eyed.
"Split up?" he suggested. They were only going to be catching mice and shrews: not really a teamwork activity.
"Just watch your step, 'cause I'm not gonna be the one dragging your carcass outta the pit if you fall down there," he grumbled additionally. Stars, could a cat even survive falling down there? How deep was it? And would he even dare to get close enough to the pit to see? That wasn't the definition of 'watching his step,' was it? Alderstep looked to the giant hole once again before scanning the area, senses straining to catch any hints of prey.