![Tybalt [Stagstrike]](/data/avatars/l/0/397.jpg?1666054888){kind=avatar}
- Jul 23, 2022
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Tybalt padded through the entrance of the camp, a plump squirrel dangling from his jaws. The thing had almost escaped him, and his muscles burned from the chase it had given. At least it would make a decent meal for the queens and kits in the nursery.
He had been spending more of his time lingering near the nursery after he’d finished with his work, checking to see if the queens needed anything, or to give them a chance to rest while he kept an eye on the kits. Padding towards the den, he scanned the clearing for Wrenflutter or any of the kits as he set down his catch.
//pls wait for @wrenflutter
He had been spending more of his time lingering near the nursery after he’d finished with his work, checking to see if the queens needed anything, or to give them a chance to rest while he kept an eye on the kits. Padding towards the den, he scanned the clearing for Wrenflutter or any of the kits as he set down his catch.
//pls wait for @wrenflutter