- Sep 11, 2022
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➵ Clearsight's returned from another successful hunt—those are so much scarcer now, so he thanks StarClan for every scrap of luck as leafbare settles in. The fresh-kill pile is dwindling by the day, but today at least there is enough to go around. To see Willowroot fed, along with RiverClan's youngest and oldest, with leftovers for warriors.
Still, he chooses carefully. Selects something smaller, a fish with enough meat on its bones to feed one cat well enough. (He plans to subtly give most of it to Clayfur—he'll eat properly later, he tells himself, if the leftovers leave leftovers.)
Gillpaw is taking a well-deserved break, so the blue tabby heads for the warriors' den, hoping to find his love there.
He'll peek inside, purring when he spots the man, comforted already the moment he catches sight of that warm earthen fur. He sidles up to Clayfur, purring an affectionate greeting and brushing their pelts together, and drops the fish at his paws.
"Morning, honey," Clearsight murmurs, touching his nose to Clay's cheek in a chaste kiss. "How are you holding up?"
It's the wintry edition of how are you doing, in a season of so much death. Leaf-bare has been kind to them so far, at least... absently Clear presses closer, glad for the warmth and the closeness.
& we've all got battle scars ✗
@CLAYFUR