Gloaming Camp

[thegriff]

Originally Posted by jupiter

Sangria was bored. Bored to the max.

Luckily, an opportunity to be... less bored presented itself in the form of a stranger appearing in the entrance. Lunging forward, tail lashing, the dark amber eyed molly let out a low snarl. "What are you doing here, Clanner?" She narrowed her eyes and let out a low, threatening growl. Was he really stupid enough to come in here and pretend like he belonged?

silver lets out a short, barking laugh. "i ain't no clanner anymore. i heard you guys were planning on taking out the clans, and i'd be happy to help."

[poppy]

Originally Posted by snekeyes4

silver lets out a short, barking laugh. "i ain't no clanner anymore. i heard you guys were planning on taking out the clans, and i'd be happy to help."

Great. A cowboy. She wrinkled her nose at the choice of words. Sangria let out a low, sardonic chuckle and lashed her tail. So... a traitor, then? She wondered how this tomcat came around to knowing their plans.[b]"whatever do you mean?"[.b] She asked innocently, sincere confusion crossing her face. Better to be safe than sorry. Once William showed up, he could decide whether or not to tell this stranger what their plans were. "We're just a family traveling around. We mean no one any harm. Who could have possibly told you that?" A subtle way to find out who the hell thought it was wise to snitch.

[RavensCall]

Cactus is tired. She does not do sleep.

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[Rose]

Fablespinner existed, complaining about some mud on her claws.

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[Eaglet]

Osborne knicked at his fangs.

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[Estelle]

Viper dutifully continued with her job while Sweets, who had long noticed that quite a few of her fellow workers had stopped, decided to sit down and clean her paws of this mud. While, of course, making sure no one sullied the little water patch (she had laid claim to it, secretly).

[wolfie]

Spirit thought of crimes to do. He was bored. Dangerously bored.

[wolfie]

Spirit rolled around in boredom. If something didn't happen soon, they were going to scream their head off. By the power of themselves, they were bored and that was dangerous.

[beau]

Things had gotten boring around here recently. Stale. If it weren’t for his brother keeping him in this daycare of a ‘syndicate’ then Thane likely would have left by now. Whatever, maybe the others just needed a little poking to get moving. He was a guard, sure, but hunting still needed to get done regardless. The tom stood, shaking out his golden brown pelt with a yawn. “I’m going hunting if anyone wants to stretch their legs. Come - or don’t.” Lay in the dirt and wither for all I care. That seemed to be what most of these cats were aiming for.

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[Captain]

☼ WESTLEY ☼

Somehow, in the strangest turn of events, Westley found himself apart of some strange rogue group. He didn’t know how or why he decided to run with this pack of ruffians, but it was certainly more preferable than being apart of a clan or becoming some kind of housepet. Honestly, he did not even really know why he’d come back to this area again, having not been around cats of this nature for literal years. Hell, Westley was over one hundred moons old now, and surely no strapping young fella anymore, but he was no sack of dust either, for that matter. It was still a surprise he had made it this far though, admittedly, but he wouldn't dare complain about such unnecessary things. This was a place that he could thrive in if Westley chose to put forth the effort.

Ears perking up, the brown striped tomcat turned his emerald-hued eyes towards another member of the group, someone he wasn't familiar with, calling together a few cats to hunt and stretch their legs. Well, that sounded like a fantastic idea. His paws were starting to feel numb from the cold and perhaps some exercise would do good to fix that issue. Westley hauled his scruffy ass on over to where the golden-brown tomcat was standing. "Count me in."

( @naiad @/anyone else that wants to join )