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Originally Posted by chickadee
bunnytuft - riverclan - warrior - he/him
Bunnytuft sat in the snowy clearing. The pure white cat almost blended in with the snow, if not for the dead leaves and whatnot mixed in. That was one thing he hated about Leaf-bare. So many things in the snow to get his pelt dirty. Ugh. Anyone who knew Bunnytuft would know that he absolutely hated getting his pelt dirty. It put him in an even grumpier mood than usual.
His fur was long, thick and pure white, so anytime anything got into his pelt it was quite visible, and he hated it. Bunnytuft was quite the neat and organized cat. Especially when it came to his fur, which he took extra care of. So there he sits, tail neatly wrapped around his paws as he cleans leaves and whatnot out of his pelt.
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@ Marigoldwhisper |
Owltalon was going to win this time. Against who exactly? She wasn't 100% on that one, but she'd overheard a few apprentices talking about a race to see who could get the most fresh-kill for the clan, and Owltalon was bored, so of course she silently joined!
Practically sliding in the snow, she was able to steady her clumsy paws long enough to plop the slimy frog into the pile--- but not without any misshapes.
She slipped (because of course she did), falling onto her back, causing her paws to knead the air as if she was trying to grab a hold of it, maybe also trying to grab a hold of what was left of her dignity.
"OOF-" She exclaimed, seeming to have hit a rock of some sorts. What the heck? Rocks aren't fluffy.
Owltalon wriggled her head around to face what she'd bumped into.
Oops...