- Nov 17, 2022
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✧˖*°࿐The earth here was cracked into furrows, the optimism of any new growth prematurely culled by the burgeoning frost. Heather’s claw hooked fleetingly into one, fishing a beetle from between the dry clay plates. The breeze tousled the corpse-leaves strewn at her back, tumbling into a scratched tune. Beneath the crack of their umber spines, approaching steps were just audible.
" ’Ey Gris, that you?" Her voice was rough with dust, deep in the gaping silence. She rose, uncertainty clutching her lungs for a moment before his ink-blot silhouette revealed itself. A lean smile smoothed it’s way down her frame, curling to the very tip of her tail. It served as a ritual, to right herself and greet her responsibilities.
”Where’s the wind taken you today then? I’ll catch something for us ‘n a bit" A dulcet purr shivered between them, familiarity a heady blanket. The closer was spoken with a degree of haste, eager to make it known that she’d already considered it. She knew they needed to eat soon… She’d planned for it.
”There’s been more talk of those clan folk again, y’know? " Lids snapped to cover her clementine gaze briefly, an odd sort of discomfort brimming along her countenance. Windclan, or whatever they called themselves, had cropped up in many of the rogue circles’ discussions as of late. It was weird.
/let it begin! >:)
══╡ IM JUST ROTTEN TO THE CORE, SUCH A BORE ; SUCH A WANNABE╞══ " ’Ey Gris, that you?" Her voice was rough with dust, deep in the gaping silence. She rose, uncertainty clutching her lungs for a moment before his ink-blot silhouette revealed itself. A lean smile smoothed it’s way down her frame, curling to the very tip of her tail. It served as a ritual, to right herself and greet her responsibilities.
”Where’s the wind taken you today then? I’ll catch something for us ‘n a bit" A dulcet purr shivered between them, familiarity a heady blanket. The closer was spoken with a degree of haste, eager to make it known that she’d already considered it. She knew they needed to eat soon… She’d planned for it.
”There’s been more talk of those clan folk again, y’know? " Lids snapped to cover her clementine gaze briefly, an odd sort of discomfort brimming along her countenance. Windclan, or whatever they called themselves, had cropped up in many of the rogue circles’ discussions as of late. It was weird.
/let it begin! >:)
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