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THIS WEIGHT ON MY NECK MAKES IT HARD TO CONNECT The morning was comfortable, soft in the way his old pillow-nests had been in the twolegplace. Sloestride let the slivers of light roll over him as the patrol made their way through the trees, the warmth tempting his lids to blink open wider with...

THIS WEIGHT ON MY NECK MAKES IT HARD TO CONNECT The unravelling of his form snapped back at the realisation of what he’d just done- the embarrassment. Going for bugs wasn’t warrior behaviour, it’s not like he could bring them back to camp and put them onto the prey pile. Sloestride hoped...

THIS WEIGHT ON MY NECK MAKES IT HARD TO CONNECT Sloestride had been hovering, subtly he hoped, not far from Flycatcher when Rainbowkit bounded up to the deputy. The warrior had planned to battle through some small talk to ask after the tabby's injury. With the kit's colourful entry those plans...

THIS WEIGHT ON MY NECK MAKES IT HARD TO CONNECT Wolfwind’s laughter knocks him out of his dizziness somewhat, throat still stiff. Sloestride tucked his chin deep into his chest and snorted out a hasty, "Yeah- yeah I’m a‘right." Normally slim cheeks rounded with shame. "Just sensitive I guess...

THIS WEIGHT ON MY NECK MAKES IT HARD TO CONNECTSplit off from a larger hunting patrol, the pair of cats breached the tree cover into a wide clearing. With the protection of shade, the sun swept through the greenery right to their roots, bathing the space in tan. Dry columns of grass sifted...

THIS WEIGHT ON MY NECK MAKES IT HARD TO CONNECT Not quite awake, Sloestrike wasn't long after Batwing in emerging from the warriors den. Ears askew and lids low, the small tom was a bit of a sorry sight. The buzz of his head called for just a little longer but he did his best to ignore it. While...

THIS WEIGHT ON MY NECK MAKES IT HARD TO CONNECT Sloestride slunk into camp on leaden paws. The sun had been haunting him all patrol, his dark pelt warm at the tips even as the warrior waded into the shade. If only they could somehow store some of that heat and keep it for leafbare. It was a...

THIS WEIGHT ON MY NECK MAKES IT HARD TO CONNECT A fern bowed above him in the gale, edges soft with new growth. Sloestride kept his ears tall as he flanked the rest of the patrol, glad to catch whatever snippets of chatter broke through the broad trunks. However, the calm curve of the toms...

THIS WEIGHT ON MY NECK MAKES IT HARD TO CONNECT Sloestride's expression soured from mild amusement to unabashed revulsion at Goldpaw's suggestion. He had been watching the apprentice wrangle the critters for a little while, unable to resist the urge to learn his plan. When the sun-stride tom...

THIS WEIGHT ON MY NECK MAKES IT HARD TO CONNECT Blackened lids grew slack with woe as Sloestride looked to Crowflower and her explanation. Worst than the content of her words were their existence- the other warrior was corroborating Wolfwind. Even if it was fake he couldn't back out now, not...

THIS WEIGHT ON MY NECK MAKES IT HARD TO CONNECT A slate-scratch form and bounding tone snagged his eye. Sloestride's dark lids rolled back almost imperceptibly, surprise rounding his cheeks. Wolfwind was unavoidable, often making the camp feel smaller than it was with her antics. The last few...

THIS WEIGHT ON MY NECK MAKES IT HARD TO CONNECT The sight of his mentor, pelt thick with a sort of medicinal armour, standing high above their clan brought a breath of relief to Sloepaw. It wasn’t better yet, but it was getting there. Moons of hardship were growing slick in his memory, a balmy...

THIS WEIGHT ON MY NECK MAKES IT HARD TO CONNECT The shrill call of a bird might've had Sloepaw's ears askew but it wasn't until a sharp mewl rang in parallel did he rouse from sleep. Slant amber sought the source of the noise, pinned to a dishevelled shadow at the entrance of the apprentice...

THIS WEIGHT ON MY NECK MAKES IT HARD TO CONNECTSloepaw snuck through the undergrowth that wreathed the threshold of camp ahead of the hunting patrol, no prey decorating his return. Stiffness in his trim frame advertised his disappointment. The malt tom wanted nothing more than to slip into the...

THIS WEIGHT ON MY NECK MAKES IT HARD TO CONNECTHis shoulders shook ever so slightly. He couldn't get over the dogs' size, that type that twolegs had to grasp with two paws to keep at bay. And they were out, leashless, in their forest. Yet again, Sloepaw mourned that he was not taller - if only...