- May 30, 2023
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don't try to rush your enemies .
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Unlike last time, Oakfang found himself at the paws of another kit. A newer addition, it seemed. The tom briefly wondered where all these kits were coming from and just who their parents were, but he didn’t bother complaining much, knowing they were safe within ThunderClan’s grasp until they became apprentices, and that was when they held fate in their paws.
A terrible terrible fate if they weren’t careful, but like he said all those moons ago, although not that long ago when boars raided their territory, but it was thinning the herd, earning a dry laugh from Spiderlily when he mentioned it offhandedly.
His helm turned, staring at the small kit with a twitch of his whiskers. “Say now—” He began, crouching down to point at Highrock, tail flickering to curl loosely around the kit, optics twinkling. “Would you like to take a guess? Three chances, mhm?” He curled a tail loosely around the kit, optics flickering.
He shifted, amber gaze staring out across camp, frosted muzzle crinkling as he moved. “If you can guess correctly, perhaps I’ll let you ride on my shoulders.” He urged. Of course, he wouldn’t stop the kit from clambering up his shoulders.
The brown smoked tom was preparing for an overly dramatic tale that carved the High Rock. He was never one for silly, boring tales. Where was the joy? He quite enjoyed exaggerating things, adding to his charm he prided himself in.
/ please wait for @shardkit
A terrible terrible fate if they weren’t careful, but like he said all those moons ago, although not that long ago when boars raided their territory, but it was thinning the herd, earning a dry laugh from Spiderlily when he mentioned it offhandedly.
His helm turned, staring at the small kit with a twitch of his whiskers. “Say now—” He began, crouching down to point at Highrock, tail flickering to curl loosely around the kit, optics twinkling. “Would you like to take a guess? Three chances, mhm?” He curled a tail loosely around the kit, optics flickering.
He shifted, amber gaze staring out across camp, frosted muzzle crinkling as he moved. “If you can guess correctly, perhaps I’ll let you ride on my shoulders.” He urged. Of course, he wouldn’t stop the kit from clambering up his shoulders.
The brown smoked tom was preparing for an overly dramatic tale that carved the High Rock. He was never one for silly, boring tales. Where was the joy? He quite enjoyed exaggerating things, adding to his charm he prided himself in.
/ please wait for @shardkit
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