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Originally Posted by goose
he knew it had been, from stories brought on the backs of scarred warriors and apprentices alike. fear reverberated from each and every one of their tales, sending the hairs of mothcloud’s pelt alight-- real bodies had littered that sacred ground. the very thought sent a shudder down his spine, but he purred thickly at the sound of lionsroar’s voice.
taken by surprise, though, he was easily battered by the huge tom’s broad paws. grinning stupidly, mothcloud mewed, “aah, hello!” though it was somewhat chilly, the warmth of lionsroar’s thick fur seeped into him with little-to no effort.
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lion rested ontop of him, unafraid to show his affection in the privacy of the border. after the battle, he was scared. not for his clan, not for his friends, but for his mate. he pressed soft licks to his lovers face, contrasting in his usual rough and loud personality. soft, loud purrs erupted from his chest, orange hues against hazel. he smiled,¨i missed you. are you alright? you didnt get hurt right?¨ thought swirled through his head during the battle, gushing out all at once at the very sight of the tom.