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HEMLOCKHAZE
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PRINCE WITH A THOUSAND ENEMIES — With all the sick cats and sudden appearance of rogues it makes everyone tense of which, Hemlockgaze cannot help but share but keeps this masked and tries to keep his cool. They were losing warriors to yellowcough and the cats on the journey had yet to come back, he doesn't know when they'll be back but he hopes that they all return in one piece and can only hope that Starclan will watch over the group of cats. The former horseplace loner deciding to take a quick break from tunneling and shook the dirt from his coat, his eyes scanning the upper lands and huffs not having found any prey while he had been underground. Hell, he would hunt an adder if it meant that someone or even himself could eat, his ear flicking to the side as he sits down with a frown present on his maw. Maybe if he tried further, perhaps he would find something that he could take back to camp and potentially spare it to one of the kittens even if his stomach growled at him in the slightest. With a lash of his tail, he disappears into the depths of the tunnels with his eyes adjusting to the darkness and takes in the mixed scenes that curled around him as he stepped further into the dark tunnel. He refused to come back empty handed to camp.
It had been a few hours before he stepped out of the tunnels and centered camp holding onto two mice, it was better than nothing is what he thinks as his eyes sweep over the bodies that rested in camp and flicks a dark ear pressing further. He makes his way to the fresh kill pile only to find that it empty and he starts to mull over a find thoughts in his mind, he could keep one of the mice for himself and maybe feed someone else. All of the sick back over in the badger set, he could probably take more of his time to hunt and scavenge the moorlands for whatever it offered but with the influx of bold rogues made it difficult. With a soft huff through the fur of the mice, he finally sets them down deciding he would be kind enough to those around and let then feed before himself. He could search for something for himself a little later. Maybe a rabbit if he was lucky, the thought itself making his mouth water and he speaks with a nod of his head "If anyone's hungry, I've brought two mice." He announces with a soft sigh and a tired smile crossed his mind, he could make this sacrifice to feed a kit or two. Next time though... He'd be a little selfish.
It had been a few hours before he stepped out of the tunnels and centered camp holding onto two mice, it was better than nothing is what he thinks as his eyes sweep over the bodies that rested in camp and flicks a dark ear pressing further. He makes his way to the fresh kill pile only to find that it empty and he starts to mull over a find thoughts in his mind, he could keep one of the mice for himself and maybe feed someone else. All of the sick back over in the badger set, he could probably take more of his time to hunt and scavenge the moorlands for whatever it offered but with the influx of bold rogues made it difficult. With a soft huff through the fur of the mice, he finally sets them down deciding he would be kind enough to those around and let then feed before himself. He could search for something for himself a little later. Maybe a rabbit if he was lucky, the thought itself making his mouth water and he speaks with a nod of his head "If anyone's hungry, I've brought two mice." He announces with a soft sigh and a tired smile crossed his mind, he could make this sacrifice to feed a kit or two. Next time though... He'd be a little selfish.
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➳ windclan tunneler
➳ bisexual
➳ "speech", thoughts, attacking
➳ relies on swiftness, strategy, and quick wit to slip from his opponents/strike
➳ peaceful powerplay allowed
➳ penned by bosstaurus