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Originally Posted by Celestial
A slender form weaved in and around the foliage lining the borders. Dark bengal markings dotted a nice cream base coat. It allowed the cat to melt seemingly into the shadows, appearing disappearing as easily as a duck swims. Marbledtongue was a handsome boy, his gleaming amber eyes seemed to catch the attention of almost everyone he had ever met. That included sleepingcloud, but certainly not limited too the large fluffy tom. His body was lean and athletically inclined, his muscular hind legs and nimble paws giving him an authentic windclanner body. Though his appearance portrayed something confident, a real warrior. He was really just a tangled mess of limbs, his ability to trip over himself was remarkable.
Speaking of! suddenly the tom tripped over his paws, during the tom he was suspended mid air and finally hitting the ground he could only think one thing. Again?! the bengal hit the ground with a solid this. Though he said nothing and simply let it happen. For a few whisker lengths he rolled and finally came to a stop just by a clear in the thicket. Glancing sideways another form seemed to be stalking through the bushes. After a few seconds of studying the warrior from his upside down state he cast a quizzical glance at them. Doesn’t look familiar? marbledtongue knew everyone and this was off for him- yet his maw remained clamped shut as they hunted nearby. Hopefully I didn’t scare it off?
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Siltstrider had been so preoccupied by the task at hand that he hadn't noticed Marbletounge's scent on the wind. All attention was directed at the young and unaware grouse hidden amongst the billowing undergrowth. It was just as the tom was pushing off with his hind legs that his fellow clanmate misstepped. The rest of Siltstrider's form tensed after take off, his long limbs straightening in a response to surprise. He hit the ground moments later, disrupting the long meadow grass.
From his newly found spot on the ground, the tom watched with disdain as his prey fleed to wherever its dwellings were. A low groan rushed past his teeth as he righted himself. With his normally well groomed fur askew, Siltstrider turned to find who it was that sent everything out of motion. It took a few seconds longer to find the culprit due to their colourings and his blind eye. Once found, the tom simply tilted his angular head and flicked his plume like tail, waiting on the other to speak first.