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˚₊‧ ⛧ The evening-bound hunting patrol found Ashenfall in a generally more pleasant mood than any of the other scheduled patrols. Hunting patrols were preferred because he didn’t have to deal with the nauseating stench and ear-splitting roar of the Thunderpath, nor did he have to pretend to entertain the company of their lovely neighbors. Another thing, the sun wasn’t half so unbearable when it was tucking itself beneath the cover of the horizon, and his apprentice-less self could get away with hiding out somewhere to fit in his noon-time nap.
All of this was to say that Ashenfall was having a half-decent time today, content with the snipe he’d caught and now just idling about, waiting for the rest of the patrol to come meandering back toward the direction of camp. He pokes around, searching half-heartedly for a fern to sit upon when he hears it. A snap- no. A crunch, and only cat-scent to be found with a cursory sniff to the air. Ashenfall stalks forward through the undergrowth in his curiosity when he sees it, in plain view.
”Oh, hello Maggotkit. I had no idea you’d been demoted all the way back down to little-baby-infant…” he greets patronizingly as he enters the secretive little hollow the she-cat had been hiding out in, a crackling sort of anger in his eyes at what he was witnessing. She was eating a frog, chowing down, fully having an entire meal out in the middle of the territory.
Venom burned in his stomach, how long had Maggotfur been doing this? She was breaking the code, and one of the easiest ones to remember too, so she was obviously doing it on purpose, not just because her brain was made of toad-meat.
”The fuck’s wrong with you?” is all he can ask. Was she teaching this to her apprentices? How much prey had she stolen from literally everyone? He bristled, growing angrier by the second.
All of this was to say that Ashenfall was having a half-decent time today, content with the snipe he’d caught and now just idling about, waiting for the rest of the patrol to come meandering back toward the direction of camp. He pokes around, searching half-heartedly for a fern to sit upon when he hears it. A snap- no. A crunch, and only cat-scent to be found with a cursory sniff to the air. Ashenfall stalks forward through the undergrowth in his curiosity when he sees it, in plain view.
”Oh, hello Maggotkit. I had no idea you’d been demoted all the way back down to little-baby-infant…” he greets patronizingly as he enters the secretive little hollow the she-cat had been hiding out in, a crackling sort of anger in his eyes at what he was witnessing. She was eating a frog, chowing down, fully having an entire meal out in the middle of the territory.
Venom burned in his stomach, how long had Maggotfur been doing this? She was breaking the code, and one of the easiest ones to remember too, so she was obviously doing it on purpose, not just because her brain was made of toad-meat.
”The fuck’s wrong with you?” is all he can ask. Was she teaching this to her apprentices? How much prey had she stolen from literally everyone? He bristled, growing angrier by the second.
- OOC: @Maggotfur.
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ashenkit.ashenpaw. ashenfall
— he/him. 16mo warrior of shadowclan. formerly mentored by smogmaw
— smogmaw xhalfshade. littermate to applejaw, swansong & garlicheart. older brother of thornpaw, halfpaw, and laurelpaw
— a stout, longhaired blue torbie w/ pale blue and amber eyes
— sarcastic, sharp-eyed, sulky, nostalgic, faithful, impulsive, candid, provocative, remorseful
— "speech", thoughts
— penned by eezy
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