WALK THROUGH FIRE - intro
- Posts : 37
Join date : 2020-09-17
- Post n°2
Littleburr had just entered camp, carrying some freshkill in his jaws. The plan was to put this on the freshkill pile, then go back for the rest he'd buried earlier. It was hard not to overhear the end of Batfang and Sharptongue's conversation as he passed. 'Just stay out of my way!' That was all he caught, but it was enough to know they were arguing again. The warrior just kept going, staying out of their business. Unfortunately, as he turned to leave again, his green eyes met Batfang's. He sent a quick prayer to Starclan that she wouldn't talk to him. Surely anyone else would be better? All he wanted to do was finish up his hunt and then get rid of the muck that was caught in his long brown fur.
LITTLEBURR - windclan warrior
- Posts : 20
Join date : 2020-11-03
- Post n°3
of course, vanillatuft was running to her friend's side to give her a greeting back into camp. the deaf medicine cat had finished sorting herbs so she was bored, and had just been cat-watching at the mouth of the medicine den. but now - now she actually had something to do and someone to hang out with! she nearly skipped over to batfang - well, waddled - and the white molly was immediately pressing herself against her friend, nudging her shoulder with her forehead as a warm welcome. vanillatuft was always known for her warmness and always slightly invading personal space.
she was about to ask how batfang's day was and what she had been doing, but thats when the scent of blood hit her nose. she was a medicine cat, after all; she was taught to look for wounds that could be miniscule, little things. she could point out the scent of blood even if it had been mixed with a rabbit's blood and a few different sodas.
immediately she pulled back with a twisted look on her face to stare back at batfang. she lifted a paw to point at her wounds, hardening her eyes. what is that? what happened? was what her body language said. she could tell that batfang wasn't dying or wasn't in dire need of assistance, but she was still concerned to smell blood and see a wound! well, she hadn't seen the wound but she knew if she parted her messy fur she would be able to find some wounds. she shoved her nose forward to sniff at her, to try to find the exact spot, letting out a hmph! of disapproval in the process. "batfang." she huffed shortly.