pafp WATER COOLER TALKS ⁀➷ sun-warmed pool

⁀➷ Bleakness permeated the moorland, physical evidence of the desolation to be found by any blinking eye even on the off chance that one was able to forget about the past moons behind the brief safety of a closed lid. Moping around was a privilege afforded to very few, though. Territories burnt down and grew back again, the sun rose and set again, and warriors got to their paws every day and patrolled.

The greenleaf sun beat down upon ruffled fur as the wind kicked dust up from flame-loosened soil, and Foxglare’s nose twitched with the threat of an imminent sneeze as he leaned to take a few laps from the pool rippling onto his paws. The twitch of something catching the breeze in the corner of his eye leads him to turn away from the quiet conversation had by his similarly introverted patrol-mates to dilate at a potential morsel to add to the freshkill pile. One step forward, and then two led him close enough to straighten again with a huff.

Nudging the offending object—a loose lizard tail, no lizard in sight—with a paw, he turned back to Coldbite and Scorchstorm, ”Think it’s long gone by now?”


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  • meztli . sun . fox . foxpaw . foxglare
    — he/him. 19mo moor-runner of windclan. formerly mentored sunlitpaw.
    — a scarred, hulking white and golden tabby tom with gray eyes
    — taciturn, vigilant, reserved, self-righteous, restrained, independent, humanitarian, unyielding
    — “speech”, thoughts, attack
    — penned by eezy