[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px; font-family: georgia; color: #a7db9e; font-size: 15px;]★ - - I'm taking my time on my ride[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; margin-top: -10px;]
It wasn't something that was often done, considering that the scent of twolegs could be found anywhere long before the twolegs could see the felines, long before they had a chance to actually get a creature from the moor. Though this was the case, it had been different for Quailwhisker. Those who knew the older warrior knew that he had a liking for the cave systems, liked to dig in them.
He was doing just that - digging - when there was a sudden vibration behind him and a twoleg kit scooped him up, hugging him close to her body and squishing his paws so that he couldn't claw her in retaliation, before giggling and running off.
He was gone.