- Oct 16, 2023
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Today's hunting patrols were not as fruitful as yesterday's. Tigerscar can't say he's surprised, with all the rogues lurking about, challenging clans and stealing food. He's already gotten into a scrap with one of them, and now the fur of his shoulder is stained with blood. Of course, the brute of a Daylight Warrior hadn't bothered to check in with Dawnglare. Not with those Yellowcough patients hanging around! Tigerscar would rather take his chances with letting the scratches heal on their own. Besides, he was far better off than many in SkyClan.
While some starved, struggling to maintain the health of two clans at once, he was still plump and muscular, content to devour all the kibble and canned tuna that his family provided him. Some nights he slept in camp, if only to remain vigilant against the rogue threat, but he always returned to his twoleg caretakers when he got hungry enough, regardless of the fact that he had requested a true Warrior's name from Blazestar.
Despite today's troubles, Tigerscar returns to camp in a chipper mood, his muzzle wrapped in a grin, a small, sparkly ball hanging from his mouth. After two failed hunts, a skirmish with a rogue, and an exhausting border patrol, the Daylight Warrior had treated himself with a trip back to his owners for food and affection. But, in a stroke of good will, albeit fueled by pridefulness, he had not returned to SkyClan's camp empty-pawed! No, he had just the thing to cheer up the dreary moods of displaced kits.
Once within the walls of SkyClan's camp, he drops the soft, fuzzy toy against the dirt and offers a toothy grin to any who looked his way, "Now now, don't all get up and cheer at once." He purrs humorously, "I've brought a little gift for the kits. It's like a moss-ball!" Tigerscar explains. Oh, the clan must surely see him in a heroic and fond light! They must think him compassionate and fatherly! Surely they would praise his glory in return? The huge maine coon finds a patch of sunlight nearby, and promptly flops down for a rest, licking at his bloodied shoulder as a purr resonates throughout his broad chest.
(here's what the toy is. just one of those soft little cat toy balls that don't make noise. very colorful though.)
While some starved, struggling to maintain the health of two clans at once, he was still plump and muscular, content to devour all the kibble and canned tuna that his family provided him. Some nights he slept in camp, if only to remain vigilant against the rogue threat, but he always returned to his twoleg caretakers when he got hungry enough, regardless of the fact that he had requested a true Warrior's name from Blazestar.
Despite today's troubles, Tigerscar returns to camp in a chipper mood, his muzzle wrapped in a grin, a small, sparkly ball hanging from his mouth. After two failed hunts, a skirmish with a rogue, and an exhausting border patrol, the Daylight Warrior had treated himself with a trip back to his owners for food and affection. But, in a stroke of good will, albeit fueled by pridefulness, he had not returned to SkyClan's camp empty-pawed! No, he had just the thing to cheer up the dreary moods of displaced kits.
Once within the walls of SkyClan's camp, he drops the soft, fuzzy toy against the dirt and offers a toothy grin to any who looked his way, "Now now, don't all get up and cheer at once." He purrs humorously, "I've brought a little gift for the kits. It's like a moss-ball!" Tigerscar explains. Oh, the clan must surely see him in a heroic and fond light! They must think him compassionate and fatherly! Surely they would praise his glory in return? The huge maine coon finds a patch of sunlight nearby, and promptly flops down for a rest, licking at his bloodied shoulder as a purr resonates throughout his broad chest.
(here's what the toy is. just one of those soft little cat toy balls that don't make noise. very colorful though.)