private ARABELLA | orangestar

All he's managed is a mouse — it's a measly thing, in reality, but it is enough to keep an appetite satiated for a short while. Slatesnarl's stomach rumbles needily, a deep-rooted desire to tear into the fresh meat and wolf it down clawing at him. His old self may have done so, as he had done on the journey, but he now has a duty to someone other than himself. Orangestar's needs were the warrior's priority. The past several moons had consisted of pregnancy, childbirth, nursing newborn kits, and recovery only to return to a full-time role of leading a clan. Bringing her a kill was the least Slatesnarl could do, really.

The Maine Coon pads over to the molly, careful not to exert too much pressure on his bad hip ( he had nearly thrown it out after fighting Nightbird ). The cold temperatures stiffen his joints especially, only further threatening his ease of movement. Slatesnarl winces slightly as he lowers himself to the ground, depositing the catch at Ora's paws with a huff. "This is for you. Eat." Please, he does not say aloud and he hopes he doesn't have to. His mate was far too stubborn sometimes, but today, he hoped that she could simply accept his offer and take some bites for his sake. Slatesnarl wanted to know that the leader was still taking care of herself, even if she was hellbent on sacrificing her every need for others.

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    — slatesnarl / 44 moons / he/him
    — skyclan warrior & former lead warrior
    — mate to orangestar / father to lambkit & ramkit
    — lh solid black maine coon w/ rusting, amber eyes. scars litter his form but are prominently present on his face.
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