Demolition Lovers [p]

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Rowanlark
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Art by Me

Rowanlark was itching to do something. He didn't know what, but something. His paws were aching to be on the move, his tail twitching with the need to feel air running through it. It was just after dawn, the chill in the air snaking beneath his fur. He shivered, though it was almost difficult to tell if it was from the cold or the energy bubbling within him. Something, something... agh! Rowanlark flopped on his side with a dramatic sigh, bored out of his mind.

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Bitterbee | she/her

Bright yellow eyes narrowed into slits scanned the clearing. Far too early for Bitterbee to be awake, quite frankly. Any other day and she would be burrowed right in her nest until the sun was high enough to warm her thin fur, but alas! She was hungry. Perhaps even starving -- how long had it been since she ate, half a day? Anyhow. Starving.

A cat flopping over caught her focus and she huffed quietly in amusement. Yeah, been there. She'd be flopping over too if the ground wasn't cold enough to turn her into an icicle. Bitterbee rose and slunk along the edge of the clearing, dark fur melding with the brambles surrounding the camp. She stopped just before Rowanlark and leaned over him. "You," she announced, pointing a claw at his face.

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Rowanlark
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Art by Me

A blue eye cracked open from where it had drifted closed, squinting at the claw now pointed in their direction. They blinked once, twice, then fully turned their attention to... uh... the warrior... with a lopsided smile. "Me," Rowanlark finally replied after a few long moments, changing positions to sit with their tail over their paws, "Would you like something?"

(As they awaited an answer, though, Rowanlark attempted to remember the warrior's name. They knew the face, of course, as they were Clanmates, but her name just so happened to not exist anywhere within their memory. Ah... darn it.)

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