- Sep 7, 2022
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Angry at all the things I can't change
Laying within the crook of a low hanging branch is the former windclanner. His hind leg dangles idly off the ledge as he nibbles upon the remnants of a squirrel. The bone lolls around in his mouth, picked clean as he stares quietly across the horizon as the sky bleeds a mixture of mandarin orange and magenta. The sun was setting and soon, before long, most would end up retiring to their nests. Although as of late he has prefered staying in the trees. Mint green eyes trail down below, making sure the way is clear before carefully descending and leaping down. He still needed to bury the inedible parts of his prey. Flaxen paws churn at the soil, working the ground until the leftovers are successfully covered and then turns to make a beeline to his nook up in the trees. Along the way he crosses paths with the familiar golden form of Figpaw, his stomach twisting uncomfortably at the sight of Daisyflight's daughter. "Excuse me..." He mutters in a low voice, nearly inaudible as he attempts to move around her to get back to his branch of solitude. (@FIGPAW)
when you're lost in the universe don't lose faith