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Originally Posted by Vortex
Bearskip padded through the trees, her long dark fur neat, belly fur just about brushing the ground, as she was creeping carefully along. She had come out herewth the intentions of hunting by herself for a bit, so that's exactly what the ThunderClan warrior was doing; hunting. She was better at fighting, true, but not too bad at hunting. Though she did prefer larger prey, like rabbits, but those were more for WindClan than ThunderClan. Rabbits in ThunderClan wasn't unheard of though, just not as common as out on the moors. And right now? Right now, Bearskip had no interest in rabbits or anything else associated with those scrawny, cowardous flea-brains that called themselves a Clan. |
CrimsonFlame could hear a cat behind her. She tensed, fluffing out her fur but she didn't say anything, assuming it was just another warrior hunting for their clan. But The brown Molly couldn't help but feel uneasy. This wasn't a normal warrior...well, it had to be because it definitely wasn't LeafStorm. But it was...similar to how she felt when she met LeafStorm the first few times. Like someone was hiding and watching her and pulling strings, wanting her to be afraid. But that was the thing. Being afraid was not something CrimsonFlame was good at, or did often, But she could do it. The Molly still didn't speak though, despite her feelings of discomfort.