- Dec 1, 2022
- 97
- 16
- 8
TRAVELER, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED (AND NOW YOU MUST GO) ⋆⁺₊⋆
Things have been strange lately, though Haze has, frankly, been far too busy to pay attention to much of it. There’s been next to no time to do anything fun lately: everyday is patrol, patrol, patrol, trying to hunt enough to make up for the absence of six hale and healthy warriors. They’ve been so tired every night that any thought of sneaking out after moonrise turns into hazy dreams of adventure as soon as their head touches the moss of their nest. They only wake up in the morning, when their mentor comes to get them for training or yet another patrol.
At least they can’t miss the adventuring: that would require more brain power than they currently possess. Between the itch of hunger and the fatigue there’s no chance of that happening anytime soon. Spending so much time pacing up and down the territory, they’re bound to see something interesting anyway.
And indeed she does, though not something she would have expected.
The river provides… but it doesn’t exactly provide enough for all of them to be perfectly fed all day, every day. Haze is kinda hungry all the time now: she’s a growing cat, and most of what they catch goes right to the queens and elders anyway. So when a nice tasty smell tickles her nose, her paws immediately turn her that way — stopping only when she notices the hint of rot to it.
Still they continue, nudging tall reeds aside to reveal the source of the scent. It’s a trout, a nicely-sized one too; but it’s been chewed pretty thoroughly, bite marks left in its scaly sides, and the flesh left on the bones had started rotting from being left in the shallow water, underneath the still-hot sun. They wrinkle their nose before the oddity of the situation occurs to them. They’re not supposed to eat prey before feeding the clan anymore, and they’re the first patrol to come this way today — so who ate this fish?
// mentor tag @CICADASTAR
rogues are eating the food STRAIGHT out of our fridge and making us clean up the dishes ):
Things have been strange lately, though Haze has, frankly, been far too busy to pay attention to much of it. There’s been next to no time to do anything fun lately: everyday is patrol, patrol, patrol, trying to hunt enough to make up for the absence of six hale and healthy warriors. They’ve been so tired every night that any thought of sneaking out after moonrise turns into hazy dreams of adventure as soon as their head touches the moss of their nest. They only wake up in the morning, when their mentor comes to get them for training or yet another patrol.
At least they can’t miss the adventuring: that would require more brain power than they currently possess. Between the itch of hunger and the fatigue there’s no chance of that happening anytime soon. Spending so much time pacing up and down the territory, they’re bound to see something interesting anyway.
And indeed she does, though not something she would have expected.
The river provides… but it doesn’t exactly provide enough for all of them to be perfectly fed all day, every day. Haze is kinda hungry all the time now: she’s a growing cat, and most of what they catch goes right to the queens and elders anyway. So when a nice tasty smell tickles her nose, her paws immediately turn her that way — stopping only when she notices the hint of rot to it.
Still they continue, nudging tall reeds aside to reveal the source of the scent. It’s a trout, a nicely-sized one too; but it’s been chewed pretty thoroughly, bite marks left in its scaly sides, and the flesh left on the bones had started rotting from being left in the shallow water, underneath the still-hot sun. They wrinkle their nose before the oddity of the situation occurs to them. They’re not supposed to eat prey before feeding the clan anymore, and they’re the first patrol to come this way today — so who ate this fish?
// mentor tag @CICADASTAR
rogues are eating the food STRAIGHT out of our fridge and making us clean up the dishes ):
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