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While Thistleback had charged after the apprentice, he had lost the boy’s trail and only just regained it- perhaps an hour or so had passed before he emerged. Drawn by the sounds to scratching, like some sort of giant mole surfacing the ground.
No, Snowpaw’s light grey splotched pelt is well blended by the winter laden land but not enough for the grey eyed predator to miss. The tom pulls through the icy ferns, foggy fumes puffing from his nostrils.
" Quite the runner you are. " Thistleback announces himself, shaking his shoulders and bits of nettle and frost dust from his black coat. " Digging yourself a little rabbit hole, are you? " The warrior pads forward to examine the lines driven into the dirt and upturned snow and soil. " Here. Let me help. " The man’s claws extend and curve, his paws flex as he drives his paws against the dirt. Hopefully the boy would see, he wasn’t trying to drag him back to camp. No, there was much to discuss.
No, Snowpaw’s light grey splotched pelt is well blended by the winter laden land but not enough for the grey eyed predator to miss. The tom pulls through the icy ferns, foggy fumes puffing from his nostrils.
" Quite the runner you are. " Thistleback announces himself, shaking his shoulders and bits of nettle and frost dust from his black coat. " Digging yourself a little rabbit hole, are you? " The warrior pads forward to examine the lines driven into the dirt and upturned snow and soil. " Here. Let me help. " The man’s claws extend and curve, his paws flex as he drives his paws against the dirt. Hopefully the boy would see, he wasn’t trying to drag him back to camp. No, there was much to discuss.