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    Lilyfang had never been one for social situations.

    He preferred to keep his business to himself, and was often put off by how open other cats were to each other; telling one another their deepest, darkest secrets over a meal or sharing tongues. It all, quite frankly, disgusted him.

    He woke up for the day, stretching his long limbs and blinking the sleep out of his eyes. When he awoke the camp was already full of cats, causing him to sneer ever so slightly.

    disgruntled. Hornetsting noted with his close scrutiny over the emerging warrior he knew to be Lilyfang. ‘Almost time for bed’ Hornetsting split his jaws in a long yawn as he trekked forward, ‘not before dinner’ his belly rumbled with irritation. The ivory warrior was but a night hunter, a nocturnal beast with twisted proportions his clanmates knew nothing of. Nobody cared to wonder why he had taken to a strict night shift, which neatly shadowed his habitual hunting of kittypets. Nobody would ever know his deepest secret, not yet anyhow. They knew only of his heritage, plagued with sin, but they knew not of him. Having only just been promoted to senior warrior, he was in a particularly cheerful moon. Afterall, his leader had bestowed a great trust over his shoulders, a trust he never thought he’d receive. After a long life of discrimination. Perhaps he and Lilyfang had some similarities? who knew. The warrior was as prickly as a pinecone, one would assume by his demeanor. "morning lad! off to hunt or patrol today? " he decided to spark casual conversation. "Steer clear of snakeroots today, I’ve combed it better than my tail fur last night" he admitted, he had plucked most of the prey out of the spot for a good day or two it would be rather barren.

    hornetsting's stats. UTD.(3/13)

    I was meant to be yours — tags

    Snippy one...isn't he?


    Of course, Wolfheart would never say that out loud, in fear that she would insult the tom by speaking suck thoughts, But still, a minuscule glow of amusement would enter her normally monotone gaze at his snaps as she walked forward, having planned on asking her former mentor, and now guide, to spend some time with her today and get reacquainted. But now she found this far more interesting. She would pause beside Hornetsting, giving him a nod of greeting before turning her pine green eyes onto Lilyfang.





    "We were made to be one..."