- Apr 27, 2023
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All Milkthorn wanted recently was change. No, he was not seeking approval for the damned Dusk clanners. But forgiveness to those that begged at his paws, that threw their life to him- that pleaded for forgiveness. For thriftfeather. But Sunstar burned with hatred, even if they seeked to follow the right side, even after nearly a year. But he had no voice. He held no followers besides Vulturepaw, who unfortunately was gaining negative attention from his clanmates as well. Who's denmates held venom on their tongues to the young boy. And it was quite unfortunate for the boy who Milkthorn had become quite close to.
But he seen disdain from his clanmates. And perhaps that's why he chose to go on his own to hunt, traverse the moors. Though, he kept his senses about him. He was dumb- but not that dumb, especially this far in the territory. A hare hung from his jaws, and looking around him, the rosetted warrior would then begin to dig a small hole to bury his most recent catch. As he set the prey down, a scent stung and burned at his nostrils from across the border.
His scarred muzzle pulled back in a low snarl, gutteral from his throat. "Ya stink out there, ya know. Don't try anything stupid." He warned, deciding against burying his prey here, and taking careful steps back as the moor-runner kept blue eyes flickering for the scents he smelled blowing towards him. Not good at masking their scents, are they? The tom would not turn his back towards them though, not yet- he was still too close to the border.
@vixen @Coyote.