wild things — killdeercry

make peace with your broken pieces .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶​
He stretched, craning his neck to give his shoulder a few good licks before stepping forward, muscles coiling beneath scarred, supple flesh when a golden hue landed on Killdeercry. With a twitch of his whiskers, the warrior padded over with a flick of his tail, offering a smile to the other. “A lovely day for a sparring session, don’t you think?” He mused, glancing up at the towering pines with an appreciative hum.

His singular optic crinkled. “It is imperative that we too keep up our fighting skills, even if we have been chosen to become mentors to the next generation of fine warriors.” He hummed, tail flickering. Of course, he hadn’t interacted with Killdeercry much, but it only takes one fateful meeting to befriend, did it not? His helm tilted, offering the feline a challenging glance. “Would you care to spar with me?” He inquired, darkened lips curled in a soft grin.

@KILLDEERCRY ;
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