private THERE'S AN ARMY ON THE DANCE FLOOR — hillheather

[SLATE]

〔✦〕It was not long before a perfectly routine border patrol was suddenly interrupted by a nearly eardrum-shattering BANG. Slate whips his head upward at breakneck speed at the jarring sound, shining eyes filled with a glittery display of what appeared to be an exploding star. "Ratdung!" He hisses, hulking form tensing up and ducking low to the ground as he processed what was happening. The acrid stench of gunpowder and smoke that wafts in the air indicates that this was merely the work of some pesky twolegs.

Slate's fur bristled, an irritable expression painted onto his features now as he rose to his paws and reassured himself that there was no imminent danger. The display looked to be coming from the twoleg nests, not the woods. Another BANG earns a flinch from the charcoal-pelted Maine Coon, though this time it was less severe. "Let's hurry up. The lead warrior grumbles to his patrolmate before resuming his trudge alongside the fence line.

oh no, ive said too much ( i havent said enough ) //

• ooc. @Hillheather
  
• SLATE —— lead warrior of skyclan , mentoring coffeepaw ✦ penned by beatles
  ✦ cismale / he/him pronouns / 40 moons & ages every 1st
  ✦ single / bisexual & monogamous / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— hard combat difficulty & weak to agile, quick fighters / will start fights, will kill if necessary
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are ic
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a scarred longhaired maine coon with amber eyes. a large, 20lb tom with thick locks of fur. his chest and underbelly is ruddy from sun exposure. notable scars decorate his face and his ears are both torn with one being folded over.

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