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Originally Posted by Celestial

@Rubinaito


Having found some time to himself tallwhisker slid to the ground, the dryest patch of land in all camp. The one slightly elevated from all the melting snow and ice followed by the massive puddles. It was a perfect place to just settle and let out a deep sigh. Since the flood of last season he could recall how the clearing had changed, things had shifted and the ground slopped inwards on itself, causing this season to be an awful collection of runoff. Great. the Tom had picked out one of the first fish of the season settling it down between his paws and diving right into it. He had no hesitation since he had been out two times already this morning on a patrol and a hunting trip which both where quite nice, but he saw all he needed to see and just needed time to eat. Peeling back the scales on the fish toward the pink flesh tallwhisker began to pluck out the bones and toss them aside licking off all the possible remainder of meat he could possibly muster up. With a deep and relieved sigh the Tom finished and settled his head down onto his paws than running his pink tongue along the lines of his jaws to clean off anything left behind. With a deep intake of breath he let out a sigh before curling up into a ball and only cracking his eyes open just a bit to see everyone around him.

“A ShadowClan cat eating fish? That’s something you don’t see everyday...” Nightshade purred, slinking out of the shadows and sniffing the scattered remains of the fleshy pink prey, her green eyes focused on Tallwhisker all the while. “My name is Nightshade. And you’re Tallwhisker.” Nightshade licked her jaws slightly, her green gaze greedily looking over Tallwhisker as if he was a piece of prey she was about to pick up and devour. She took a seat nearby the lanky tom, stretching her paws out and cooling her tail around her haunches for a moment. “You have something I want. My question to you is, what do you want?” Her mannerisms were quick, concise; the molly wasn’t wasting any time with idle chatter. Directness was what she needed to obtain the things she needed and this encounter with Tallwhisker wasn’t going to change anything. She stared at him, cold gaze unwavering and her body unmoving. Each of her hairs seemed to stand still despite the soft breeze blowing about, her presence slightly eerie and yet enticing.