- Apr 27, 2023
- 121
- 15
- 18
His paws itched as he moved in a jaunt as he looked over at Lakepaw. Early in the morning, eyes still holding the grogginess of sleep, he thought this was going to be perfect beginning of the day, stretching to loosen the muscles, and perhaps later, sparring - who knows. He sure as hell didn't, he was just making it up as he went. "Today we're going to race. Allllll the way toooo-" his voice dragged as he thought, brows furrowing a bit as he thought. "to outlook rock. You remember where that is?" After a nod or some affirmation, he continued.
"Okay, well, cheat all you want. Trip each other up, this is a race of strength too. No matter what, you want to win. No drawing blood, we don't want to actually have to go bother cottonsprig or Wolfsong." Milkthorn planned to be propitious to encourage Lakepaw, so he'd be keeping his paws to himself. But he always prided himself on his speed. "You ready? Yeah, GO!" He shouted, giving barely any time to actually prepare, the scruffy white warrior was already out of the camp entrance.
His paws pounded through the dirt and ground, eyes trained forward as he took leaps through the moors, and his trained eye would keep a look out for rabbit holes or tunnels.
//Roll a d20 and beat 10 to avoid rabbit holes in this part! I thought it would be a fun addition! Good luck!
Milks roll: 19.
@Lakepaw.