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Re: Fake Camps, Real Trouble
Like Fossa, Lightning still had a lot to learn. Now, that was not to say he knew nothing. He was on the cusp of knowledge and experience to be recognized as a fully capable claw or trapper. He was at the point that he could exist entirely independently if he needed to. However, ask him and he would doubt all of his abilities, and insist that he needs to train tenfold before he is anywhere close to ready.
Taking the cue from the queen, Lightning flicked his tail and began splitting apart, checking that Fossa was following as he began scanning the abandoned camp. It was pretty desolate, the storm had knocked plenty of debris all over the place, it was barely even recognizable as any sort of camp.
Entering into one of the dens, his whiskers twitched. Cautious, tasting the air, before he became suddenly alert as he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Only to realize it was a beetle that got spooked by his presence, as he let out a sigh of relief. No rogues, no wild animals. It would have been nice to find some sort of prey camping out here in order to take back, but that would have been too easy.
Turning to look over his shoulder at Fossa. "Find anything?" He asked. "Otherwise, I think we can move on to the next camp if Nephthys didn't find anything."
[We can finish exploring the camp in this post, and next post I can detail us going to one of the farther camps and encountering the rogue]
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