- Jun 8, 2022
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She thinks Briar, Gecko, and Flicker had already reached the marsh camp, for Willow had been gone for quite some time. Her fur is plastered wet, and her eyes are glowing with a fiery pride. She doesn't care about facing her leader's wrath upon weaving her way back through the thorny tunnel, doesn't care to hear the punishment until she's finished with her... delivery. Because clamped between her teeth are two small fish. She had always been an accomplished fisher, though the marsh really had no decent places for such hunting. Briar's demand that she find her own way home had given the creamy she-cat an opportunity. She had slipped like a moth to a flame to the rushing river, far from the marshy territory she called home. The scent of the fish washes through camp, as Willow pauses to let her gaze dance around the clearing. It's only for a moment, and then she's moving again, having spotted her intended target, a thickly furred tabby kitten nearly old enough to hunt for himself, but... that was a conversation for another day.
Wren had likely sensed the tension, had probably seen the patrol return without his mother. He had probably been concerned. The child felt such a loyalty to her since her disagreements with his father. It was foolish. He'd have to break away on his own eventually, she thinks. She'll teach him how to hunt. His eyes light up when he sees her, bounces over with his tail straight up in the air. It's... cute. Almost cute enough to soothe Willow's burning rage. She drops the fish at his paws, offers a lick between the youth's ears, and then begins to groom her own muddied fur. Briar was probably still deciding her punishment, she didn't know. Right now, she didn't care. She was too hungry and tired to do little more than lick her fur clean, so that she could go turn in for a long sleep. Wren would just have to find someone else to entertain him.
(takes place after the oak forest patrol and before rain's patrol arrives)
Wren had likely sensed the tension, had probably seen the patrol return without his mother. He had probably been concerned. The child felt such a loyalty to her since her disagreements with his father. It was foolish. He'd have to break away on his own eventually, she thinks. She'll teach him how to hunt. His eyes light up when he sees her, bounces over with his tail straight up in the air. It's... cute. Almost cute enough to soothe Willow's burning rage. She drops the fish at his paws, offers a lick between the youth's ears, and then begins to groom her own muddied fur. Briar was probably still deciding her punishment, she didn't know. Right now, she didn't care. She was too hungry and tired to do little more than lick her fur clean, so that she could go turn in for a long sleep. Wren would just have to find someone else to entertain him.
(takes place after the oak forest patrol and before rain's patrol arrives)