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Originally Posted by TheNyanCatMinecart
@ Arie @ Spoopy Eclipse
Wolffang padded back to camp, some fish hanging from his jaws. The smell was terrible, hitting the back of his throat and making him want to gag. The stinky fish could be saved for the former Outsiders and whoever else weirdly liked them. His paws were wet, yet he was somewhat proud of himself: he’d taught himself and Tidepaw how to do something not in their training. As he made his way over to Breezefeather, he realized with a jolt that he was late. Again? Oh, StarClan, he could feel his reputation dropping. Rolling his eyes - at himself - he gestured with his head for Tidepaw to come on. Then he padded to the deputy, sliding a little in his broad wet paws. He hated getting wet.
Once he had approached the deputy, Wolffang dropped the fish and dipped his head to him. “Hello, Breezefeather,” he meowed. “We caught some fish.” He didn’t know whether to be annoyed or proud by this factor. After all, WindClan cats didn’t fish. But then he knew better than to annoy the deputy, so he paused, waiting for either Tidepaw or Breezefeather to say something. |
Tidepaw nodded, a smaller fish hanging from his jaws, and the spiky fur on his back sticking up a lot from the water on his fur. He hated getting wet, but he knew it was worth it, even though they were late
"Sorry we're late", he mumbled, wrinkling his nose from the smell of the fish. He was determined not to be late next time.
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Arie