The Fox and the Hound

**Foxlily** · #1 January 16th, 2025, 02:14 PM

Vixenshade sat next to the fresh-kill pile, cleaning her fur.
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**Azzrael** · #2 January 21st, 2025, 04:42 PM

The massive cat was sprawled out on his side, front paws crossed like a distinguished gentleman, and his chin rested atop them. His tongue leaves his mouth to swipe over his scarred muzzle a few times. His whiskers twitch at the cold residue the touch leaves behind.

Seadog gradually lifts his head when he spots the she-cat sitting near the fresh kill pile. He briefly makes eye contact with her and returns to staring at the fresh kill pile. The tom was by no means a social butterfly. Even though he desires company and is appalled at the thought of being alone. Even though he was interested in striking up a conversation, how to go about doing that was the problem.
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**Foxlily** · #3 January 21st, 2025, 04:48 PM

Vixenshade noticed that the scarred cat looked at her. He's probably just bored. Eh, I'll talk to him. She sat up from the ground and walked over to the tom. Come on. Then she turned and walked out of the camp. She didn't wait for him, but he looked bored so he probably would follow her.

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**Azzrael** · #4 January 28th, 2025, 04:44 PM

The deadpan expression on the black tom's face remains intact while his pale blue eyes gleamed with curiosity. An invitation? Seadog does a slow glance around the clearing but after seeing that it couldn't have been anyone other than him she had been talking to, he gathers his paws underneath him and stands.

He fluffs his dark black pelt and gradually trails behind Vixenshade. Despite his immense size, he moves quietly and stays about a tail length behind the she-cat. "Where are we going?" His quires once they're out of camp.
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