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Cherryblossom's breaths come in gasps and wheezes by the time they reach the edge of the scentline. The odd geometrics of the Twolegplace tower hauntingly in the distance, illuminated in their drab skins by the sweltering midday sun. She bends double, letting wind-tangled locks of fur droop around her steaming breaths as she recovers. She'd run on nothing but the feeling of her paws slapping the floor and the dream of claws slicing through bloodied tendons—now they were here, and there was nothing to go farther on.
A hiss leaves her as tears of frustration pool in citrine eyes. "Rat dirt!" she seethes, taking a kick at the ground. The calico swings her head towards the others in turn, an almost beseeching look swimming in her tight gaze. "This can't be it," she mutters, lemon gaze searing their surroundings. "They have to have left something behind." They need to be punished. Someone does. The fault was someone's, she's as sure of it as trees are sure of earth. And if they couldn't find the ones who were responsible, then the only ones to shoulder the blame were the living.
Dropping to a crouch, she hardly cringes at the way her fine white whiskers brush the dirt. "Come onnnn." The whine quickly turns pitiful. Tears, hot and light, slide down her nose straight into the dirt, whose coolness remains the only thing of solace found in the search.
ooc: @SLATE @DUSKPOOL @Sorrelsong @Florabreeze feel free to have one of them discover the fact that it was definitely rogues! they can't find out anything more though, e.g. where they went or who it was
A hiss leaves her as tears of frustration pool in citrine eyes. "Rat dirt!" she seethes, taking a kick at the ground. The calico swings her head towards the others in turn, an almost beseeching look swimming in her tight gaze. "This can't be it," she mutters, lemon gaze searing their surroundings. "They have to have left something behind." They need to be punished. Someone does. The fault was someone's, she's as sure of it as trees are sure of earth. And if they couldn't find the ones who were responsible, then the only ones to shoulder the blame were the living.
Dropping to a crouch, she hardly cringes at the way her fine white whiskers brush the dirt. "Come onnnn." The whine quickly turns pitiful. Tears, hot and light, slide down her nose straight into the dirt, whose coolness remains the only thing of solace found in the search.
ooc: @SLATE @DUSKPOOL @Sorrelsong @Florabreeze feel free to have one of them discover the fact that it was definitely rogues! they can't find out anything more though, e.g. where they went or who it was
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