- Feb 23, 2023
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Bluepool cannot help but feel relieved when the winds have finally died down, when she can finally leave the camp and hunt for her clan without worrying about being sent flying into the gorge or sailing across the moors. Finally being able to hunt again would mean a lot of hard work in order to get the clan back to where they needed to be in order to sustain themselves food wise, but she had never been one to shy away from work, especially when it was something as satisfying to her mind as running. Racing across the open fields is something she had enjoyed her whole life. She remembers a time where she wasn't restricted to a territory, when she would wander wherever she pleased. She is glad, at least, that if she had to be tied down to any one piece of land that it is the moors. She is happy here. Content to follow her sister, to spend her days hunting and defending their territory. It gave her a sense of purpose, and today that purpose was completely focused on catching prey.
By days end she is fairly tired. She had, after all, been working her tail off (or what's left of it at least) All she wants to do now is plop down into her soft, wool-lined nest, and fall asleep, though her stomach rumbling tells her her body might have other plans. It is with a heavy sigh that she turns away from the area where the clan sleeps and heads to the fresh-kill pile. Suddenly, though, she feels a body bump into her own, and her paws being as heavy as they are right now the silver she cat looses her footing and topples over into the sand, golden colored eyes flying open as her legs give out from under her. "WHA?!" She cries out in her surprise as her body hits the sand.
// @HOUNDTHISTLE
