THEY SAY STAY IN YOUR LANE BOY // p, kovu

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    sarcy wasn't looking for anything in particular, just for someone to bother talk to. this actually wasn't something he normally looked for either- especially since half the day he was chattering away and socializing and the other half he was drinking and [when it got dark on the way home] slapping those motherf-cking mosquitoes out of the air like a badass. but otherwise, his day was pretty uneventful.


    as mentioned before, he did chatter the day away but it was at this time he was looking for someone to bug. it was always nice getting in little arguments here and there- it was probably in a book somewhere that it was actually good for you. so now, he was sitting the middle of the rather boring blizzardclan camp, scanning through the crowds for someone that actually had personality. he wouldn't have to wait too long.


    //ugh sorry its like 1:30AM i should not be up to say the least cx
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