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IS IT BAD IF I WANTED YOUR HAND ?
chamomilepaw | 11 months | genderfluid | any pronouns | physically medium | mentally easy | attack in bold #ffff99
The snow that falls in dazzling flurries is distracting. He's supposed to be hunting, he knows, but as the large tom plods through the snow, clumps sticking to his wild mane, he finds his attentions directed instead upon the dazzling shapes the flakes make as they pass by. The sounds of pawsteps crunching upon the earth is the only sound he hears, eerily silent. He find it stunningly beautiful like this. Ears prick as a faint sound catches his attention, golden gaze landing upon a nearby snowdrift. With a wriggle and a rather clumsy pounce, he goes for it - only, he misjudges things it seems, because instead of a small critter beneath the snowbank there is nothing - only a tidal wave of fresh powder that is launched into the air, crashing down on his unsuspecting hunting partner. As his brain catches up, a quiet snort of laughter slips past his lips, a dopey grin on his face - "Hahaha, s-sorry!" He doesn't seem very sorry though, eyes alight with humor as more laughter rings out cheerily.
// bit late but fits with todays plot soooo @Raccoonpaw