Woooo being in a clan was a little odd sometimes but Mudhound was starting to find themselves adapting to the new lifestyle relatively quick for the most part. It was more routine like then life as an outsider to be honest, things like patrols were laid out and ordered and you had
something to do every day. In their time as Buzzy the maine coon mix was more used to 'do whatever and then deal with the inevitable chaos that popped up at some point' then that. But still it wasnt to bad a life to live.
More energy consuming though.
So with energy consumed on the patrol that Mudhound had gone on that morning the warrior was padding back in for a nice meal of something meaty to eat to refuel before doing another activity. Luckily enough there was even one big beautiful specimen left for the taking! A big fat and healthy looking pigeon! A quick glance around revealed all the queens kits and elders eating happily (though the tripods tunnel visioned brain somehow blurred out the hungry warrior heading over to the prey pile) so it was the hound's for the taking! Perfect!
Quick as you please the ditz trotted over and, somehow completely oblivious to the warrior reaching for the bird, grabbed the pigeon right in front of his face clipping him with a broad shoulder as they did.
A right insult to be sure but the happy hum as the idiot turned to bounce off to a sunbeam to eat and the vacant look in their eye showed it wasnt intentionally so. Mudhound just had less brain then the aforementioned pigeon and was inevitably going to pay for it. Now apparently.
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Solar (Let the buffoonery begin!)