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// @BUCKGAIT. hehe let it begin....set before she joins?
Lightningstone has taken to patrolling the wetlands and meadows religiously, his paws growing calloused and hardened with the constant trekking. He prefers this over hunting. His keen eyes are better suited to looking out for danger rather than fishing or hunting, something his clanmates are perfectly capable of. So he walks, this time near the Falls. The thunderous cries of the water against the rocks sounds in his ears as bored eyes scan the land, tail flicking absentmindedly. Heaving a sigh, he decides to rest at least for a bit, and eases himself onto a flat stone. A dark blue paw is lifted to his face, pink tongue rasping firmly against it before an (unfortunately) familiar scent washes over him. Turning sharply, he sees the reason he is out here patrolling. A trespasser. Truthfully, this was her home, but Cicadastar's orders were clear and while he didn't adore the murderer of Rain...this call he could agree with. The silvery tom gets to his paws, messy fur bristling as he levels her with narrowed eyes. "What's it gonna be, river cat?" He speaks, low voice dripping with a threat.
Lightningstone has taken to patrolling the wetlands and meadows religiously, his paws growing calloused and hardened with the constant trekking. He prefers this over hunting. His keen eyes are better suited to looking out for danger rather than fishing or hunting, something his clanmates are perfectly capable of. So he walks, this time near the Falls. The thunderous cries of the water against the rocks sounds in his ears as bored eyes scan the land, tail flicking absentmindedly. Heaving a sigh, he decides to rest at least for a bit, and eases himself onto a flat stone. A dark blue paw is lifted to his face, pink tongue rasping firmly against it before an (unfortunately) familiar scent washes over him. Turning sharply, he sees the reason he is out here patrolling. A trespasser. Truthfully, this was her home, but Cicadastar's orders were clear and while he didn't adore the murderer of Rain...this call he could agree with. The silvery tom gets to his paws, messy fur bristling as he levels her with narrowed eyes. "What's it gonna be, river cat?" He speaks, low voice dripping with a threat.