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silvervine
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( ♬ ) Silvervine knew the 'loner lands' like he knew his own paws. That is to say, he knew them quite well. He had spent his life roaming the lands now occupied by the clans, learning the ins and outs of each nook and cranny, but his family had been living where he was now forced to be. He had been taught how best to navigate the lands since the moment he could totter. He still couldn't believe the clans had been able to claim so much land for their own, not caring about all of the other cats and creatures they were pushing out. It was selfish. They didn't give a rats ass about anyone else as long as those in their little 'clans' were okay. It was like a pathetic clique.
The patrols had been ramping up since the deaths of those clan cats and Silvervine couldn't spend much time on the land they claimed before he was discovered. He had managed to catch a rabbit before he grew wary, the scent of windclanners growing stronger, and he'd fled back over the border. He was ripping into the rabbit now, wanting to get a few bites down before continuing on the way to his den. His guard wasn't down, regardless of how distracted he seemed.
( SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS ALL THE TIME ; i try to capture every minute )The patrols had been ramping up since the deaths of those clan cats and Silvervine couldn't spend much time on the land they claimed before he was discovered. He had managed to catch a rabbit before he grew wary, the scent of windclanners growing stronger, and he'd fled back over the border. He was ripping into the rabbit now, wanting to get a few bites down before continuing on the way to his den. His guard wasn't down, regardless of how distracted he seemed.