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Fogpaw ┃
Outsider |
he/him |
13 moons |
albino
purrks;
kitty softpaws (inactive)
tags; @
chickadee
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Fogpaw swallows, his white fur bristled as he sits at the base of a large rock, eyeing the edges of his vision as he eats a bird he managed to catch. It's boney and small, but good enough. He absent mindedly misses the strange food the housefolk gave him. It didn't taste like prey, but it was still good. Well, not the dry type. It tasted like pebbles.
Fogpaw brushes aside the remains of the bird, and begins to dig in the dirt to bury it. If he stays here he doesn't want to sleep next to a pile of old bones. Fogpaw winces at the motion of digging. He's got a burn on his shoulders and every little motion seems to worsen it. Maybe he can lay in the dirt to cool it? Or find some sort of pond...
As he's digging at the cold ground, the bush just behind him rustles. He freezes, ears straight up. Is something there? He opens his mouth slightly, trying to search for a scent. Nothing. The bush rustles again, and Fogpaw takes a deep breath, and turns.
"Who's there!?" Fogpaw hisses, eyes narrowed. But when he looks for a second more, he sees that the bush was just... rustling in the wind. Ears flattening in embarrassment, Fogpaw turns back to painfully digging his hole.
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