- Sep 1, 2022
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HIS LAST BASTION OF MODERNITY
Theres a tail swish as Citrus finally enters the hustle and bustle of the camp, coming with the cats from the dawn patrol, orange eyes bright as always. The patrol had gone fine, nothing too busy or exciting, but there was a warrior that had helped her bring back some pretty shells and flowers she had found, so as she drops them at her paws the other warrior comes to drop the rest off with her. He leaves, but Citrus is brimming with excitement. Now, who would be her victim...
She finally shuffles through her small pile before she finds a pretty shell in particular, picking it up and skipping to the next cat she had seen awake. "Look, look at what I found! Its pretty!" she exclaims with a chirp, nosing it to them. "You can have it!" to be honest, shes quite proud of herself for this, how generous she was! All in a days work for Citruspaw, shes not great at hunting nor even battle training, so shes better off bringing back shiny things to lift spirits.
She finally shuffles through her small pile before she finds a pretty shell in particular, picking it up and skipping to the next cat she had seen awake. "Look, look at what I found! Its pretty!" she exclaims with a chirp, nosing it to them. "You can have it!" to be honest, shes quite proud of herself for this, how generous she was! All in a days work for Citruspaw, shes not great at hunting nor even battle training, so shes better off bringing back shiny things to lift spirits.
