[Abyssopelagic]

Originally Posted by BILL.

Not much had been going on around the Clan, and Falcondive was getting antsy.

He wanted to get out and do something.. but the more he traversed the territory the more paranoid about missed traps he became, and he let out a short hiss as he moved from the camp entrance to hang out near the edge of the clearing.

It was easy, sometimes, to forget they had been there. But being recently reminded of them made him tense, uncertain, and.. he was struggling to come around the idea they were truly gone.

So there he crouched, watching the Clan and waiting for himself to force a trip out into the territory. The faded ache of his tail reminded him that might take a while.

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Stormfly growled as she pushed put of the nursery. She was getting so tired of having to nurse those stupid babies. Why couldn't one of the other queens do it?
While she snarled and bared her teeth at the thought, her eye caught sight of a dark pelt, a cat crouched by the edge of clearing, obviously frustrated. When she turned to him fully, she recognized him as Falcondive.
An idea formed in her mind. She really wasn't supposed to leave camp because of those damn useless furballs, but no one could be mad at her if she had company and was out hunting.

She stalked up to him, tail slowly swishing behind her. "Falcondive, I was about to go hunting. Will you join me?" Her tone made it obvious this was less of a request and more of a thinly veiled demand; she wanted out of camp and she wasn't going to let him dodge out of being her ticket to freedom.