- Jun 21, 2022
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Perhaps he should've waited for a patrol to find him before he waltzed into the camp. He's no longer a member of SkyClan; he's a RiverClanner, his fate sealed by the stars. But he doesn't think that Blazestar would mind. After all, Blazestar doesn't seem to mind... anything.
Besides, he's much too eager to learn to wait. The incident with Bonejaw has imbued in him a newfound determination to never be caught so helpless by a lack of knowledge again.
With a particularly large trout in tow, Beesong trots into the SkyClan camp. He doesn't think about the possibility that SkyClan wouldn't enjoy a fish for a meal; prey is prey, and each opportunity to eat is a blessing. Especially now that Greenleaf is coming to it's end. "Heflo!" Their greeting is muffled by the fish, which they then proceed to drop onto the ground with a plop. "Uh, I'm here to see Val- Dawnglare. Medicine cat stuff and all." Beesong rises onto their tippy toes and glances around the clearing, looking for a familiar cinnamon pelt.
"...Oh, and I brought a trout. Enjoy," he tacks on absentmindedly, still searching for Dawnglare.
Besides, he's much too eager to learn to wait. The incident with Bonejaw has imbued in him a newfound determination to never be caught so helpless by a lack of knowledge again.
With a particularly large trout in tow, Beesong trots into the SkyClan camp. He doesn't think about the possibility that SkyClan wouldn't enjoy a fish for a meal; prey is prey, and each opportunity to eat is a blessing. Especially now that Greenleaf is coming to it's end. "Heflo!" Their greeting is muffled by the fish, which they then proceed to drop onto the ground with a plop. "Uh, I'm here to see Val- Dawnglare. Medicine cat stuff and all." Beesong rises onto their tippy toes and glances around the clearing, looking for a familiar cinnamon pelt.
"...Oh, and I brought a trout. Enjoy," he tacks on absentmindedly, still searching for Dawnglare.