[furrensic]

dovesinge
they/he . 14 moons. white cat with grey and black mottling + blue-green eyes
(purrks; Agatha kitty)

dovesinge lay in the clearing on their side, limbs stretched and tail sweeping across the ground lightly. blue-green eyes fluttered close, making it appear as if the warrior was sleeping. they were not. ever the daydreamer, he was currently imagining a beautiful landscape – a moorland dotted with blooming flowers and oak trees. the perfect spot to relax.

eventually, his daydreaming is interrupted by their stomach growling. oh great, they think with a small click of their tongue as they open their eyes. they spot the prey pile, eyeing it curiously. three measly morsels. a squirrel, robin, and mole. was the thunderclan trying to starve?? at this point, if they snatched a meal from the pile, he'd just feel like he was robbing someone else of a meal. welp, that meant one thing: hunting!

sitting up, their gaze sweeps across the clearing. from afar, they look pretty judgemental. after a solid minute, the mottled feline stands and approaches whoever looks the least annoying. some kid named..ah, they're not sure. oops. "you know how to hunt, right?" he inquires, a brief pause following. "if you don't - I'll teach you. the prey pile is really low, so we're going hunting." they explain, trying to keep it brief and to the point (mayhaps they sound a little rude..bossy, oops.) with a flick of his long tail to gesture the apprentice to follow, dovesinge is quick to exit camp.

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