[Deerspark]
He, Him\Warrior\27 moons\Riverclan
"Da da da we're dead-"
Purrks: One With The Warren [ACTIVE] The Collector [ACTIVE]
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It had been moons since the warrior even considered going out to look for moths and pick at their wings (not like in a torturing way... Gosh, now he felt bad---) so this event seemed like a nice change of pace. Though, he wasn't entirely sure where to find moths in this new area. It was different and reeked of whatever wildlife had inhabited it before. Which, of course, smelt of dogs, a very welcoming aroma, he certainly felt safe here. While he didn't mind reenforcing camp, it wasn't really his thing. But he'd be helping, wouldn't he?
He figured that if he went out into territory he'd be able to find something useful since he wasn't sure how to enforce walls for harsher weather, a skill he was starting to wish he had gained so that he wasn't just staring off into nothing, his green eyes glossy. He lightly tapped his tail against the ground before he stood to go out in territory by his lonesome to find whatever he possibly could.
Then he spotted Duskleaf. He gave the tom a sideways blink, practically battling demons trying to figure out whether or not he should talk to them. The former Head Lionheart seemed friendly enough so Deerspark thought it'd be civil to give it a shot.
He trotted over to the warrior with a smile that might've looked like it could break his face if he wasn't careful. "Hello... Looking. Uh, for things. Wanna. Come?"
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Concorde // Duskleaf