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✧*:.。. Wormwatcher meandered into camp with a confident stride, a limp toad grasped in his maw. He sauntered past many clanmates, inclining his head politely in greeting, as he made his way towards the prey pile to drop his catch unceremoniously. The wiry tom leaned downwards to nose nudge the toad closer to the rest of the lifeless creatures before spinning around on his heel quickly, his angular features generally expressionless. It was near sunset and he already did all the tasks expected of a warrior such as himself, so he was allowing himself the time to relax and bask in the waning sunlight. He trotted towards a spot in which he could be within the maximum amount of rays and sat lightly on his haunches, his jaw unhinging into a loud yawn. Wormwatcher flicks his gaze about as he yawns, peeking to see who he may be able to conversate with. He shuts his maw and quirks a brow as he rests an icy stare upon Blackstrike, his senior by just three moons.
“Come sit?” Wormwatcher mews in the tom’s direction, his tail flicking over a narrow slice of sunshine besides himself. “Not too much sun, but still nice nonetheless.” The gray chimera scooted on his haunches to make room for if Blackstrike decided he would also like some company, sacrificing much of the sunshine for him. But what was he if not a good host? Wormwatcher stretches his spindly legs forward and he slowly slides downwards so that his hindlegs are beneath himself. He positions his head on his legs and stares at Blackstrike, his tail lashing eagerly as he waits for him to make up their mind.
Blackstrike was not one that Wormwatcher speaks to often, unless out of absolute obligation. It does not mean that he has gone unnoticed, however; as Wormwatcher oftentimes watches the shadowy tom from afar. Wormwatcher feels very warm suddenly and swallows back an odd feeling gathering in his throat. He dismisses this with a quick flick of his ear, choosing to ignore this sudden wave of nervousness.
“Come sit?” Wormwatcher mews in the tom’s direction, his tail flicking over a narrow slice of sunshine besides himself. “Not too much sun, but still nice nonetheless.” The gray chimera scooted on his haunches to make room for if Blackstrike decided he would also like some company, sacrificing much of the sunshine for him. But what was he if not a good host? Wormwatcher stretches his spindly legs forward and he slowly slides downwards so that his hindlegs are beneath himself. He positions his head on his legs and stares at Blackstrike, his tail lashing eagerly as he waits for him to make up their mind.
Blackstrike was not one that Wormwatcher speaks to often, unless out of absolute obligation. It does not mean that he has gone unnoticed, however; as Wormwatcher oftentimes watches the shadowy tom from afar. Wormwatcher feels very warm suddenly and swallows back an odd feeling gathering in his throat. He dismisses this with a quick flick of his ear, choosing to ignore this sudden wave of nervousness.
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