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Originally Posted by SuspiciousMindz
[Treepaw]
Silver Tongue
73/100
The apprentice had made her way back towards the camp, following the scent that Larchflame had left when they found her. She was thankful for the she-cat, but Treepaw knew only she could report everything she'd experienced, and she knew exactly what cat to report to.
Something had changed in the apprentice since her kidnapping, she had a new sense of confidence she didn't hold before. The small feline sought out and approached the deputy.
Please be right about him Thrush. . .
"Spiderthroat?" Treepaw chirped upwards towards the large feline. She hoped she didn't spook him.
@Starfall
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Spiderthroat
He/Him
If he had a duck feather or a crab shell for each time an apprentice had somehow managed to sneak up on him and creepily stare at him. He would have two, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it's happened twice. Staring down at the smaller one as he did his absolute best to fight his 'kick the child' instincts.
After a moment of recognition, he'd realized. Oh! "You're the one that went missin." he realized. Looking the brown bengal over to make sure she wasn't hurt anywhere, once his look over was done he'd sat himself down. "Well. What happened. I didn't get a report back so I'm in the dark about anything in terms of you." he stated as he wrapped his tail around his paws. Giving the Apprentice the floor, so she could speak.
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Originally Posted by perseus.
☄. *. ⋆ Ospreypaw
Ospreypaw just shook his head, "Not hurt at all, some food sounds good..." he had eaten when he was lost but it was whatever he could catch at the time. He hardly moved around though because he feared being caught by twolegs, even though he had hardly seen them where he was at...though everything was still a complete fuzz for him.
He hummed as looked at what prey was on the pile, looking for anything that might be a bird, it was one of his favorites simply because he liked to take the feathers to add to his nest. Something that he missed, he loved having a nice warm and soft nest to lay in after a long day.
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Spiderthroat
He/Him
Ears perked as the Apprentice shuffled off towards the Prey Pile. Doing his best to keep himself from picking the other up by the scruff and stashing him away in his nest. Wasn't his kit. Ospreypaw was not his kit. Surely the Apprentice didn't view him as a dad either. Surely not, these were new feelings that he was mis-interperting. He would shove them down for now.
Scooting over to make space for the Apprentice as he laid himself down. "If you want, come sit down eat your food, n let me know what happened out there." he hummed.