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Originally Posted by Rudie

 

- Ploversnap -

She/ Her / 38 moons / Riverclan warrior
Purrks: N/A

After hours of warrior duties, it’s finally time for a bit of recess. Ploversnap made her way to the shore, where the crisp breeze progresses more, but not too intense blows the more she draws closer. She truly missed the Lionsbeach. Especially the vast view of the never-ending ocean. It soothes her from her worries and grief, especially when her grandfather recently vanished without a trance, probably deceased during his final stroll out alone in the territory.

But she’s not alone. Her seafoam eyes examined around the beach as she felt a familiar scent running through her nose. Someone from her clan, lingering at the coast in solitude. Maybe a bit of company will work. Ploversnap trots towards the cat, her paws slightly sinking into the dry sand, and soon after trailing behind her pawprints on the moist sand, until she stood behind Egretswoop in a not-so-wide spacing, along with her tail graciously lifted upwards. “Well, look who it is!” She chirps in a daring tone as she expects the cat to look back to her presence.

“Wanderin’ out in sheer solitude, eh? Whaddya have in your mind?” Ploversnap pads even closer to her, just in case she shouldn’t have to shout the whole time for Egretswoop to acoustically understand. She’s not sure whether she annoys her from her seashell-collecting-activity or not, but hey. At least she tried to get along with her.

Egretswoop
35 moons || RiverClan Warrior || She/her
The Sage
Agatha Kitty [Inactive]

. . .

Egretswoop didn't notice the warrior approaching from behind initially. She was a bit absorbed as she began the search for shells buried in the sand. A broken piece of conch, a clump of seaweed, and a peculiar shaped rock. She frowned. Nothing of value to her, which probably meant she'd have to walk along the shoreline in her hunt.

While Egretswoop wasn't one to get scared easily, she admittedly cringed a little when she first boisterous voice shouting from behind her. Her pale blue gaze snaps up from where she's begun to search the sand for lovely little shells, and she turned around to meet Ploversnap's gaze. The dappled warrior quickly relaxed and gave the molly a polite smile in greeting. It seems she would not be searching in solitude tonight. Company would be appreciated. Egretswoop wasn't the most social cat in the world, but she wasn't unfriendly either.

"Good evening, Ploversnap." She greeted in a mellow voice. "I'm not wandering, as that would imply that I'm walking without a purpose, but rather, I'm looking for shells. As for my thoughts... there's not much. I'm simply enjoying this lovely dusk. Care to join me? There are some brilliant treasures to be found out here in the sand." She offered with a friendly flick of the tail.

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