ROWANMANE Posts: 138 | Male Purrks: None
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He had simply been resting his eyes in the Warriors Den, his recent fight and injuries exhausting him. He still had yet to make a decent recovery from the dog fight, now he had to worry about the otter injuries as well, but those were just a few scratches.
He sought company, that of which was somewhat familiar to him. He opened his eyes and sat up, stretching out all his sleepiness and soreness before his gaze scanned over the warriors den. OwlTalon? He had yet to formally congratulate her and such. Hell…they didn’t speak that much, but for some reason she just felt…familiar. Honestly, it was the same way he felt around RaccoonSun when she first came to the clans. He didn’t know what this was from though, she was simply, a clanmate, right?
“OwlTalon, hope I’m no’ disturbin’ ya’? Wanna say congra’s! I’s been a while, Tha’s my bad!” he apstated, his words kind and gentle.
Owltalon wasn't usually one to lie. Okay... Yeah. She fell asleep. Resting ones eyes was pretty hard when sleep had already been weighing down on the very marrow of her bones.
Heavy matted fur rested in the cool air of the warriors den. While it wasn't completely warm, not yet anyways, it was certainly better than whatever might be going on outside, AKA a recipe to get her flank frozen off. She didn't dream of anything, as she often didn't. Her mind merely wandered and no pictures formed in her mind. Bur words did.
Fuzzy words that churned in her ears, like she was trying to hear over the lap of waves and the call of seagulls. Wait a moment... That's what she heard every day. She did live in Riverclan after all, it would be kinda hard to not hear that. Fluff filled ears perked at the sounds of wispy mews, as though this cat was whispering.
With a deep inhale in her nose, she recognized the familiar scent of Rowanmane. Who, of course, smelt like any other Riverclan cat, but really? Everycat, regardless of clan, had some sort of unique twang to their smell. Owltalon herself wasn't sure what that scent was for her, but that was besides the point. Plus, Rowanmane could be identified in other ways, like his voice cadence. Stars above, she was getting sidetracked. The Lionheart probably needed her. She needed to get up.
She nearly missed the first part of his sentence, but she got most of it. A... Congratulations? A faint smile tugged at her battered maw. She had been congratulated at the meeting of course, but it was still nice to hear. The fact that she even got the position was somewhat unreal.
"Nah, chap. Yer all..." She cleared her throat and a few coughs followed that. "Ahem, yer all good." She unhinged her jaws in a yawn, her eyes clouded hazily. Goodness, how long had she slept? It couldn't of been that long, right? "How've ya been, eh? Congrats ta ya as well."
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❝And the cats kill one by one!❞
- Hartebeest by Yalokre
ROWANMANE Posts: 138 | Male Purrks: None
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He finally returned after his trek, the bundle of the 4 small purple flowers held carefully in his jaw. Hopefully he hadn’t accidentally damaged them? They had all been connected to the same step, simply tiny little purple petals. Now he had to find her…WisteriaWren…Wisty…Wendy Bird. Where could she be? Finally he found her, padding up to her carefully but happily as to not startle her in any way.
“Hey Wis’eriaWren…brough’ ya back somethin’?” why, his statement sounded more like a question. Probably him simply hoping…debating if she’d even accept the small, pathetic flower bunch. Was this a dumb idea? Goodness…He simply sat there, the flower hanging from his jaws as he looked at her, silently praying she’d accept. Why was he so anxious that his anxiety clouded the reality of her personality?
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『 Nightweb 』
⚝ RC Warrior ⚝ Tom ⚝ 25 Moons Old
Long black fur with deep amber eyes
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Nightweb, now having his warrior name back, stepped into the Warrior's Den, his deep amber eyes landing on his nest. He was happy to have his rank back. The warrior padded towards his nest and flopped over into it, sleepily. Nightweb closed his eyes, feeling warm and cozy.
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