- Jul 5, 2023
- 14
- 1
- 3
The battles recently pinged around in her mind. The tunneler was doing her job- navigating the lengths, her cinnamon fur blurred with the dirty she crept past. But the thoughts in her mind were thick, justified by the injuries the patrol returned with. The news they had carried had sated it, just a bit. But oh, how she wished she could have been there. She rounded a corner in the tunnel, her eye staring down the tunnel at the poor, unfortunate piece of prey that had decided to explore it. The mouse was a bit scrappy by terms of feeding larger individuals, but an apprentice or another tunneler would do well with it.
Precision honed in as she rushed forward, expertly striking at the prey beneath her paws. She didn't get her name from nothing- her speed was blinding sometimes, or maybe she was just full of herself. Who knows? Sanguinerush expertly bunched herself up, turning around in the tunnel and heading back to camp.
Her eyebrows were drawn, lips pressed into a frown, despite the piece of prey she carried in her jaws. She shook her fur out as she padded into camp, moving towards the freshkill pile and tossing the mouse onto it. She stared at the pile for a long moment, before casting a glance towards the medicine cat's nests, the poor souls who were shored up there. A snort left her finally, and words left her mouth, probably to whatever soul was listening at this point. "What the fuck." She didn't really know what she meant by that- it wasn't a question, more of a statement. She moved to sit aside, grooming dirt out of her white 'mane'. It was itchy, you know?
Precision honed in as she rushed forward, expertly striking at the prey beneath her paws. She didn't get her name from nothing- her speed was blinding sometimes, or maybe she was just full of herself. Who knows? Sanguinerush expertly bunched herself up, turning around in the tunnel and heading back to camp.
Her eyebrows were drawn, lips pressed into a frown, despite the piece of prey she carried in her jaws. She shook her fur out as she padded into camp, moving towards the freshkill pile and tossing the mouse onto it. She stared at the pile for a long moment, before casting a glance towards the medicine cat's nests, the poor souls who were shored up there. A snort left her finally, and words left her mouth, probably to whatever soul was listening at this point. "What the fuck." She didn't really know what she meant by that- it wasn't a question, more of a statement. She moved to sit aside, grooming dirt out of her white 'mane'. It was itchy, you know?
"speech"