- Mar 23, 2023
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The sun hangs low in the sky, painting the moorlands with a warm, golden hue as Shaggydog pads through the tall grasses, the scent of fresh prey clinging to its fur. Its hunt has been fruitful, the rabbits plentiful and slow, their scent trails easy to follow in the fading light. It carries its catch—two plump rabbits—toward camp, the prey dangling from its jaws, their lifeless bodies a testament to Shaggydog's skill and efficiency. It prefers hunting alone, away from the chatter and noise of other warriors. There is something satisfying about the silence, with the only sounds being the rustle of grass underpaw and the rhythmic thud of its heart in its chest. Out here, Shaggydog can think, plan, and reflect without the distractions of camp life. It doesn’t care much for small talk or the subtle social dances others seem so eager to perform. Actions speak louder than words, and in Shaggydog's world, what one does is far more important than what one says.
As it nears the camp, the familiar scents of WindClan territory grow stronger, mingling with the earthy smell of the prey it carries. Shaggydog's sharp eyes flick across the landscape, noting the distant figures of its clanmates moving about their duties. It will return to camp, drop off its catch at the fresh-kill pile, and then retreat to a quieter corner, away from the noise and bustle. Crossing the threshold into camp, Shaggydog feels the shift in atmosphere immediately. The low murmur of conversation, the occasional yowl of kits playing, and the scent of gathered cats all mix together into a familiar, if somewhat overwhelming, environment. Shaggydog moves with purpose, ignoring the curious glances and murmured greetings as it makes its way to the fresh-kill pile; it drops the rabbits unceremoniously onto the pile, the weight of its completed task lifting from its shoulders.
Without pausing for acknowledgment, Shaggydog turns away, its mind already shifting to its next course of action. It prefers to keep to the edges of camp, where it can observe without being dragged into meaningless conversations. There is value in knowing what is happening, even if it doesn’t involve itself directly. Finding a shaded spot near the edge of the camp, Shaggydog settles down, laying down and resting its head on its paws. From here, it can watch, listen, and stay informed—just the way it likes it. After all, while others might be distracted by chatter and pleasantries, Shaggydog knows that staying informed is the real key to surviving in a world that doesn’t care for the weak or the oblivious. Its eyes are sharp, even if it stays silent in its secluded spot.
As it nears the camp, the familiar scents of WindClan territory grow stronger, mingling with the earthy smell of the prey it carries. Shaggydog's sharp eyes flick across the landscape, noting the distant figures of its clanmates moving about their duties. It will return to camp, drop off its catch at the fresh-kill pile, and then retreat to a quieter corner, away from the noise and bustle. Crossing the threshold into camp, Shaggydog feels the shift in atmosphere immediately. The low murmur of conversation, the occasional yowl of kits playing, and the scent of gathered cats all mix together into a familiar, if somewhat overwhelming, environment. Shaggydog moves with purpose, ignoring the curious glances and murmured greetings as it makes its way to the fresh-kill pile; it drops the rabbits unceremoniously onto the pile, the weight of its completed task lifting from its shoulders.
Without pausing for acknowledgment, Shaggydog turns away, its mind already shifting to its next course of action. It prefers to keep to the edges of camp, where it can observe without being dragged into meaningless conversations. There is value in knowing what is happening, even if it doesn’t involve itself directly. Finding a shaded spot near the edge of the camp, Shaggydog settles down, laying down and resting its head on its paws. From here, it can watch, listen, and stay informed—just the way it likes it. After all, while others might be distracted by chatter and pleasantries, Shaggydog knows that staying informed is the real key to surviving in a world that doesn’t care for the weak or the oblivious. Its eyes are sharp, even if it stays silent in its secluded spot.