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Originally Posted by BristleFrost
@ Undertaker
Shadowkit walks up to Dawnstars den entrance. "Dawnstar, may I come in?" he mews. |
One bright golden eye blinked the sleep out of it as a squeak of a voice called her attention. Ugh, kits, Dawnstar didn't have the patience to deal with kits. "What do you want, Hairball?" Sh had no clue which hairball it was, didn't really care, they were disturbing her nap.
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Originally Posted by spade
What a slippery little nuisance those guppies across the river were. Poking and taunting him while they were the ones who slipped their scaly little paws over their precious border. Adding this to the dogs that were now loose in ShadowClan territory, Grimhound could only imagine the reaction this would get from Dawnstar. Once a floating, unimportant thought, now twisting the corners of his lips up into a rather sadistic grin. Oh, how he lived for the reaction.
Pausing at the mouth of the den to scent if the large molly was even inside, Grimhound cleared his throat. ”If you’ve got a moment of your time to spare, peaches, I think I might have some interesting information for you.” The charm was slick rolling off his tongue as amber eyes flashed in the dim lighting. The marks on his back barely bled - the guppies claws couldn’t hold an ounce of flame to the inferno of Grimhound’s size. There was no need to bother Ebonyfang about such minuscule details - and besides, the reaction.. He needed to know the reaction Dawnstar was going to have to this.
If dogs hunting in her territory irked her this much, what would RiverClan warriors hoping over the border and going out of their way to injure ShadowClan warrior do?
// @Undertaker |
The tip of her fangs pulled off small chunks of bloody flesh as she tore into a frog. What little bones the creature had were too small for her to properly dissect the animal, so eating it would have to do. The strong muscles along her back twitched as her head rotated to look towards the opening of her den. Dragging her large talons across the floor of her den, she pressed on massive paw against the ground pushed up so that she was sitting up, resting on her haunches.
Both ears shot forward while her golden eyes blinked lazily at the opening and incoming cat. She hated being disturbed, she was going to lose it if her cats continued to pest her. As much as she wished she could order them to all leave her the hell alone for just a little, who knew what they'd get up to without proper supervision. Her whiskers shook when an angry growl thundered through her chest. Him, of course, it had to be him, why must he constantly be so irksome. Dawnstar was silently having seconds thoughts about taking him as a mate, he'd make her ears bleed with utterly terrible nicknames. "Stupid mutt, I told you-" The furious hiss was cut off as her tail did a wide sweeping motion behind.
Her nostrils flared for a moment, eyes narrowing as she stood on all four legs. "Who were you playing with now?" He smelt like blood, fresh blood, Dawnstar might have been concerned if it wasn't the hound she was talking to. Her temper ebbed a few degrees as her rump hit her nest again. Her tongue darted out to swipe of her muzzle while she beckoned the warrior in with a flick of her ear. The mongrel was stupidly reckless, all the time if you asked Dawnstar. Finding him not bleeding is a shock in itself. She still wasn't quite sure how to curb that yet. First, she needed to figure who he was messing with, and then she could move on from there.