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Siennachirp
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"And I have homework and shit I need to do"
A soft layer of frost covered the heather and the breeze was a bit chillier than is had been in the later weeks. Leaf-bare was on the rise and it made him very nervous solely because winters never went well. There was never a good winter, it was always hard and nearly starving to death happened every year. Last year this time he had been alone in an alleyway, alone outside a twoleg house after being left there by the fire that dared enter his life. That was the hardest year for him and he wasn't sure if he'd be able to shake the fear of death this winter. Even if the embers of his smoldering home had been the comfort for a few days, there was no warm flame here. Only brittle heather and crunchy grass, and Siennachirp wasn't sure Windclan would be any better. There was a lot more mouths to feed, many kittens to care for and young cats to train, but yet there was a small glimmer of hope. Working together instead of against one another, Siennachirp felt winter would be a bit more promising.
The mink cat had been settled down by the prey pile, aqua gaze just simply cat watching his fellow clanmates. Listening to groups talk amongst themselves nearby, watching them cross the clearing or wake up from a nap, it was rather peaceful. It was his favorite pass time; just watching the clan. Making up stories about what they're doing, where they're going or what had been for them. It was never anything truthful, just harmless fun of making stuff up. A little story to a rather average cat in a way. Though it also served in his way of getting to know his clanmates due to his inability to speak. The fire had made sure Siennachirp would never speak another syllable to a cat, and it was rather frustrating. Only so many noises could he could make and try to convey his emotions.
Siennachirp gave a small sigh, and tucked a front paw under his chest as he looked to the frosted ground. Maybe he should do something today? Like go out into the territory and find some prey, help Dandelionpaw collect herbs, something like that. Something useful instead of sitting in camp complaining about how cold it was. Rising to dark paws, Siennachirp shook out his long coat and looked around camp for another moment. Maybe someone would like to come with?
@Duskfire
The mink cat had been settled down by the prey pile, aqua gaze just simply cat watching his fellow clanmates. Listening to groups talk amongst themselves nearby, watching them cross the clearing or wake up from a nap, it was rather peaceful. It was his favorite pass time; just watching the clan. Making up stories about what they're doing, where they're going or what had been for them. It was never anything truthful, just harmless fun of making stuff up. A little story to a rather average cat in a way. Though it also served in his way of getting to know his clanmates due to his inability to speak. The fire had made sure Siennachirp would never speak another syllable to a cat, and it was rather frustrating. Only so many noises could he could make and try to convey his emotions.
Siennachirp gave a small sigh, and tucked a front paw under his chest as he looked to the frosted ground. Maybe he should do something today? Like go out into the territory and find some prey, help Dandelionpaw collect herbs, something like that. Something useful instead of sitting in camp complaining about how cold it was. Rising to dark paws, Siennachirp shook out his long coat and looked around camp for another moment. Maybe someone would like to come with?
@Duskfire
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