- Nov 26, 2022
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The brothers are out hunting today. Newleaf is finally beginning to nip at leafbare's heels, thus signaling a return of flourishing prey to the pines. Slate was looking forward to there being more food to go around; he was a large tom who needed to eat much more in order to fully quell his appetite. However, it seems that he is off to a rather rough start.
Maybe Slate had stepped upon a twig or let his tail brush too close to the ground, or perhaps he had not landed correctly, but either way the mouse he'd been tracking had scurried out of sight. "Damn." The lead warrior hisses at the lost opportunity, rising to his paws and rolling his shoulders. Weeks of being cooped up in the medicine den had made him awfully stiff, apparently so much so that he couldn't even manage to properly hunt anymore. Maybe he just had poor luck that time; surely Slate couldn't have been too rusty.
Maybe Slate had stepped upon a twig or let his tail brush too close to the ground, or perhaps he had not landed correctly, but either way the mouse he'd been tracking had scurried out of sight. "Damn." The lead warrior hisses at the lost opportunity, rising to his paws and rolling his shoulders. Weeks of being cooped up in the medicine den had made him awfully stiff, apparently so much so that he couldn't even manage to properly hunt anymore. Maybe he just had poor luck that time; surely Slate couldn't have been too rusty.
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slate
— he/him; lead warrior of skyclan
— a hulking, scarred charcoal-black colored maine coon with amber eyes
— "speech", thoughts, attack
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