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crowwhisker
a lithe, smokey black tom with glaring, pale-blue eyes
fourteen moons | post: 6

through the clan's territory he went, paws tracing over the familiar trails and grasses that he had ventured so many times during his own apprenticeship. having stopped in the clearing to fetch freshkill earlier, the tom now sought prey to replenish it, as would any loyal warrior. for a moment, he thought back to when he was younger, chasing after mice and rabbits with very little talent or skill. now, he drunk in the scents of the forest, keeping his nose high and his paws light as he sought a burrow for him to dig his claws into.

as he went, he also kept himself aware of the scents of his clanmates. perhaps he could call for a warrior to take his side, so that they may bring back a greater reward to their clanmates. with a sudden surge of confidence, crowwhisker pushed forwards, with his tail flagging high behind him. ears twitched, for a moment, at the sound of rustling within the grasses--perhaps this would be the moment. the tom let out a soft purr: a quiet call for any who may be nearby. let them reap the benefits of the forest!

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