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sleeping all packed together in this godawful tunnel, tightly cramped, swankit has no privacy — no den walls to muffle his wails, so that a mother might be first to comfort. instead it is primrosethorn, settled near the litter by chance, who wakes first. gone is the organization of their proper...

//set after the bear fight patrol he's lying near the edge of a tunnel, bored out of his mind since his last patrol ended, no one to talk to or bother at the moment; he's hunted and marked borders and there's not much else to do today. no bears to be afraid of any longer. he notices a...

he winces as she shifts her injured jaw, remembering a time when she didn't ever need to do that, when she didn't live in that much pain. he can tell that she has more to say; he leans closer so that their flanks brush, hoping it conveys the support he intends. "what did she do...?" he asks...

primrosethorn approaches quietly, slinking along to sit near the deputy. "smogmaw," he greets, dipping his head to show respect. he settles down to watch the storm, but finds himself watching his clanmate as well, gaze flicking sidelong now and again. smogmaw looks ... lost, not even noticing...

acid-yellow eyes narrow on her form as he slinks closer, lithe black body slipping from shadow to shadow easily as breathing. he creeps around camp sometimes like it isn't home at all but a hunting ground. old habits die hard and all that. "how have you been doing ... " he mumbles as he...

primrosethorn [♂] — warrior — small, stark black tom with acid-yellow eyes @primrosethorn

we could still do that to them, says ferndance, sounding gleeful, and primrosethorn huffs. "this keeps up, we might not have a choice," he grumbles in agreement, with conviction but no authority. loyal through and through, he knows that choice won't be up to him, but he'll damn well follow...

"do you want something to do?" primrosethorn offers. "a distraction? so you'll stop that damn pacing." he means it kindly but it might sound biting, might sound angry, frustrated, done. it wouldn't be totally inaccurate. he is done as fuck with these tunnels. the sound carries in here, sounds of...

primrosethorn's eyes slide over the horizon, seeking shadows that skitter away and promise blessed food. it's nearing dusk, the sun's last rays stretching across the marshes and backlighting its bounty. well. bounty might be stretching things a bit, but they're well into greenleaf now, so this...

he licks. steady, sure, unbroken. he works his way over his pelt and he takes his time, so that it's something to do for as long as he can do it. he prefers to groom out here alone, unless he's merely grooming as an excuse to people watch — he finds it's not properly relaxing with other cats in...