- Dec 15, 2023
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He hopes Crabkit doesn't mind the fact he doesn't talk. Crabkit talks enough for the both of them, he thinks. The two crawl along one of the pitiful shorelines of RiverClan camp, lit brightly by the blazing blue overhead. With not a cloud in sight, the little beaches' treasures gleam without abandon, fettered by the occassional strand of reed or sedge.
A round, red thing catches Horizonkit's eye. He bounds over to it, paws scattering flecks of sand. It looks like a snail's shell, if the shell had been painted metallic and stretched sideways by enormous paws, but it has a little hole for the snail to sleep in, and it's certainly big enough to hold a snail. Maybe even ten snails. The tom beckons his russet-furred companion with a wave of his tail and a tip of his head. For a moment, all the worries of the warriors' and Moonbeam's disappearances fall away, bounced off the strange sleek surface of a new toy. Experimentally, the scale-striped tom pings pings a claw over its hard back.
ooc: for darter! @CRABKIT they found a coca cola can c:
A round, red thing catches Horizonkit's eye. He bounds over to it, paws scattering flecks of sand. It looks like a snail's shell, if the shell had been painted metallic and stretched sideways by enormous paws, but it has a little hole for the snail to sleep in, and it's certainly big enough to hold a snail. Maybe even ten snails. The tom beckons his russet-furred companion with a wave of his tail and a tip of his head. For a moment, all the worries of the warriors' and Moonbeam's disappearances fall away, bounced off the strange sleek surface of a new toy. Experimentally, the scale-striped tom pings pings a claw over its hard back.
ooc: for darter! @CRABKIT they found a coca cola can c:
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