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Originally Posted by twizzypaw

Returning Owltalon's grin with a warm smile of his own, Foxleap made sure to keep his pace even with his patrol partner as to not slip up on the crumbling bank by the pond. Tensing his muscles as he helped hoist the body over the mild drop-off to continue the exploration of the grassy meadow, the russet tom's white tipped tail twitched as he did a visual sweep of the horizon ahead to check for any signs of danger while responding to Owltalon, "The land is vast, quiet and seems devoid of predators so far... this is about as good as it's gonna get." Foxleap retorted as his ears flicked briefly from the moisture that Owltalon had swatted off of herself, chuckling under his breath as he dug his powerful claws into the grassy ledge and waited to make sure Owltalon was completely over the edge and had her footing, "You're definitely gonna have to help me with the names thing though! I'm not so sure I'm good at that sorta thing..." Foxleap admitted bashfully before belly laughing briefly, taking a breath and noticing his steamy exhale from the difference in temperatures.

This place certainly had an air to it. Silent yet haunted with a palpable energy, the tall and thin grassy meadow seemed to behave like an ocean; green waves that rippled and chased every passing breeze. And a thick blanket of mist or fog that covered the land generously, to the point where if one was not careful, they would miss the steep and treacherous cliffside filled with fog, jagged rocks, and no conceivable way of return.

Chills ran up the young tom's spine, but not in a creeped out way. He was in awe of the mystic energy that seemed enveloped this desolate plot of land. "What do you think, Owltalon?! Is this not the perfect burial site?!" Foxleap purred excitedly before furrowing his brows as his gaze traveled upwards while he emitted a humming sound as he began actively thinking of names and rattling them off out loud, "Okay, so what about... Misty Meadows... Haunted Heights... Shrouded Bluffs... Foggy Fields... your turn, Owltalon!" He chirped enthusiastically, grinning ear to ear.

`~Owltalon
She, Her\Lionheart\45 moons\Riverclan
"Are you listening, starchild?"

Purrks: Agatha Kitty [ACTIVE]



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The Lionheart widened her eyes to better look at her surroundings, opening her mouth and lifting her soft pallet to taste the air. Nothing dangerous seemed to linger in the wispy fields other than the rocky terrain below. Tall grass waved in greeting, almost mimicking the lapping of river water. The Lionheart raised her tail and gave Foxleap a curt nod. While the fog certainly wasn't doing her eyes any favors, it was the perfect cover for the fallen. They could rest in anonymous silence, not to be seen unless looked for but also unbothered.

She slowly slunk into a sit, her head high as she tried to see over the clouded horizon line before turning back to her clanmate. "Ya'd be right chap, I think we found it." Owltalon herself wasn't very good at names, especially when it came to places and especially when she could barely see, but she had a few suggestions.

"First off, beautiful names, mate. Second, I think I can manage a few... Eh, whatta 'bout Clouded Cliffs, Sun-dimmed Meadow, er Seagrass Fields? Y'know, for the wave like atmosphere." She then gave her shoulders a loose shrug. "Though, I'm fine with anythin', chap."

She then looked behind her, leaning down to give her haunches a quick stretch. "I suppose we could think of-a name as we head back ta camp, eh?" She shook her fur, but the moisture seemed to stick to her like cobwebs. She then looked around once more, her amber eye landing on the meadow below. She blinked before speaking once more. "Say, we still outta drop Crowglow off, don't we? Whatta 'bout down there? There's a good amount of fog."

(I encourage you to respond as quickly as possible since another warrior recently passed as we need to bury them :3. But no rush of course! I don't wish to stress you out hehe, just manage your time wisely! Also, LOVE those names)