- Mar 22, 2023
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venomthroat | 27 months | non-binary | they/them | physically medium | mentally hard | attack in bold black
Life in windclan is honestly a bit dull. Everyday is the same set of tasks looping on repeat - do this, do that, patrol here, patrol there. Tch - how tedious. Today they have decided it better to slip away before they can have anything else thrown their way. Like a shadow given from they slink along the scent markers - fighting the temptation to slip past them. Fourtrees is quiet when there is no gathering after all. A quiet sigh slips past their lips, dark eyes scanning their surroundings and ears upright and listening attentively as something catches their attention. They are not alone out here - but who...? There - they find the source of the presence, and cannot help but blink in surprise, head tipping to the side. A familiar frame - memories of a time long past. Perhaps this won't be as much of an inconvenience as they had expected. With a quirk of their lips they speak - rumbling voice raspy yet warm, or as warm as the feline is capable of they suppose. "Hah! Needle-?"
// @Needledrift
// @Needledrift