- Jun 16, 2023
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Robinfang had always been one to keep himself and his nest in order, and today was no different. He was known for being a clean freak, no twigs or soft moss out of place nor a pebble or decorative feather flying astray. He was also one to keep these thoughts to himself, just as he did with his disbelief in Starclan. Robin kept his nest spick and span and.. well, he was missing some things. A colorful pawful of stones was missing from his nest and he really, really, could not keep himself in a good mood after discovering it. Whoever took his damned stones was in for a very pissed off moorrunner if they decided to speak up. He didn't take kindly to his things being messed with.
Once he had finished his search of the warriors den-- not disturbing others' personal belongings, of course, lest his own distress be passed onto someone else-- he moved onto the rest of the surrounding area. The tom couldn't believe he didn't find it anywhere, and when he sat defeatedly in front of the fresh-kill pile, ears down and to the sides and his tail tucked close to his body to create a small bubble of tepid grief. It would seem stupid to anyone watching his behavior from outside. A respectable warrior, padding frantically around camp in search of something practically unfindable... it would seem crazy. Hairbrained, even.
walk "talk." thought
penned by helly
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