- Oct 14, 2023
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Dusk paints the Leaf-fall horizon pink and blue between backlit trees. Hawkspine lingers near the edge of camp, waiting for the Daylighter delegation to gather. It's definitely so that he can keep his paws warm, and not so he can walk Spicepurr to the border, but before he catches sight of the behatted she-cat he catches sight of a different gingery pelt. Blazingheart had been out on his own for a while earlier, and Hawkspine is glad to see his sister back safe and sound; however, something sticks out to the torbie quite literally.
"Sit still, Blaze, you have sticks in your fur." Hawkspine scolds his littermate, stepping on Blazingheart's plumy tail to keep her from running off. While the three of them had been rough-and-tumble in their earliest days (Hawkspine's heart aches at the thought of Wolfpaw, wound rubbed raw at their recent interaction), age had sobered their wanton accessorising into something a bit more deliberate. Right now, however, Blazingheart looked like he'd been dragged through the territory backwards! Had he not noticed?
// @BLAZINGHEART
"Sit still, Blaze, you have sticks in your fur." Hawkspine scolds his littermate, stepping on Blazingheart's plumy tail to keep her from running off. While the three of them had been rough-and-tumble in their earliest days (Hawkspine's heart aches at the thought of Wolfpaw, wound rubbed raw at their recent interaction), age had sobered their wanton accessorising into something a bit more deliberate. Right now, however, Blazingheart looked like he'd been dragged through the territory backwards! Had he not noticed?
// @BLAZINGHEART