- Dec 26, 2022
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Firepaw rarely relaxes, always on the prowl for something to do looking to always be useful to prove herself worthy; especially after the fiasco with Silverpaw but intensified by just how much slack needed to be picked up after the raid and blizzard. There was plenty to do, but even the most hard working of cats needed a break she wouldn't be much use to the clan if she was always exhausted after all and the more tired she was the more grumpy. She allows herself this peaceful moment, a mostly eaten hare at he paws one she'd caught and had given to the elders (only for them to nose it back to her, telling her she too had earned her fill) her hunger had gotten the best of her and Starclan it'd been so long since she'd been able to catch anything even longer since she had been able to eat her own kills. She licks her lips at stares over the expanse of the moors, she'd always been fond of enjoying her meals up here whenever she could escape camp.
It was even nicer then laying atop the meeting rock, she could see almost the entire territory lit so brilliantly by the glowing sun as it warmed these once frostbitten lands. She can feel warm her pelt, can bask in it from where she lays, soon greenleaf would come and she'd get to experience the season for the first time. For now she lays alone enjoying the moment letting herself relax for the first time in days, she thinks not of her greater "duties" doesn't think of traitors or would be traitors she just thinks of how damn good this hare tastes and how happy she is to call the moors her home.
Sadly she wouldn't be alone for long, this was a popular hang out spot after all but she's too distracted to notice the sounds of pawsteps and chitter chatter.
( PLACE ME IN MY CASKET TONIGHT ; BECAUSE IM ALREADY DYING INSIDE )It was even nicer then laying atop the meeting rock, she could see almost the entire territory lit so brilliantly by the glowing sun as it warmed these once frostbitten lands. She can feel warm her pelt, can bask in it from where she lays, soon greenleaf would come and she'd get to experience the season for the first time. For now she lays alone enjoying the moment letting herself relax for the first time in days, she thinks not of her greater "duties" doesn't think of traitors or would be traitors she just thinks of how damn good this hare tastes and how happy she is to call the moors her home.
Sadly she wouldn't be alone for long, this was a popular hang out spot after all but she's too distracted to notice the sounds of pawsteps and chitter chatter.
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