Gullfeather
Tom
White with gray patches and blue eyes.
There were plenty of places within camp to be wary of - but none made him feel more apprehensive than the nursery. Mostly because it was arguably one of the single most important spot in all of the clan. It held there present and their future; and kits were so very, very tiny. Fragile. Their mothers, the queens? Not nearly so unless you counted possible tempers.
So far he had done just about anything to avoid tasks that would bring him in there. Sure, he'd chase the occasional stowaway back - but he'd keep his distance. He didn't want to step on any Queen's tail, literally or metaphorically. It was easy enough, before that day; trading the biggest piece of prey for any fetching or grabbing that needed to be done.
Unfortunately, there had been no Apprentice in sight when someone had finally thrown a fish at his paws and told him to bring it to....the nursery.
Oh, he hoped they were in a good mood. No cranky nights or collicky coughs. Just in and out, rather quickly, before someone could box his ears as if he was right back in there with moss tangled in his fur like so many moons ago.
"Awoo?" It was hard to make his presence known, jaws wrapped around food as they were; eyes going wide as they adjusted to the relative shade of the den compared to their open-air clearing.
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