PAFP | Morning x Hawk

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    Heyoo! Here's a PAFP (Private After First Post) about a shipping I made :p I will roleplay Morning, and if you there would be so kind as to rp Hawk :3


    Morning::
    Sweet golden she-cat with warm amber eyes. Smart, kind and tactiful, she is trusting and intelligent.
    Hawk::
    A strong brown tabby tom with green eyes. Brave, smart and cunning, he is daring and couragous.


    Morning sat on a thin oak bramch, crunching on a dove. She inhaled it's sweet scent as she swallowed a large amount of the plump bird. She licked her jaws and looks down at the half-eaten prey; she was feeling full, but leaf-fall would be here soon, so it would be foolish to waste prey. She sat up and yawned; it was a brght, warm day and she was ready for a nap after her filling meal. Her golden pelt shone in the afternoon sun as she leapt down onto the springy grass and padded to a nearby bramble thicket. She set her prey down and looked around; she would stay here for the night...


    [Continue RP]

    Hawk took in the air, halting. He could smell a bird, but it wasn't fresh. He had to eat something, but all he could detect was other rogues and lost kittypets. He sat down, somewhat tired from his wander around the woods. His green eyes searched the dark green grass for a rodent or a bird. It would soon be dark, he knew, and he had to find some prey before then. Standing up, he thought that he smelled a mouse. Sinking down, he took in the air once more.My mind must be playing tricks on me. He groaned slightly.

    Morning plonked onto the ground, rolling over and rubbing her back on the gnarled roots, marking her temperary territory. She did not care to expand on this small patch of markings, as sometimes it was better for cats not to know where she was. She scraped a tiny mound of dirt over the remaineders of the dove and looked asround for some moss. She bounded over to a nearby tree and began to scrape some off.

    Hawk leaped up into a tree, grasping a thick branch. Some sleep could do me good. He thought with a yawn. He took the time to scan his surroundings, checking for any possibly fierce competition for prey.