may your feet serve you well -- open

  • — Night padded back to camp with the border patrol shr'd been a part of, lost in thought. She missed her father, but hadn't seen them in so many moons that it was getting hard to remember their faces. Almost everyone she remembered from her early kithood was gone, but that had to be her own fault-- she'd faded into the background enough that she wasn't memorable to most. Maybe that would change now that she was fully grown, a competent Cave-Guard in her own right.


    She made a thoughtful noise and stepped to the side, allowing the others to pass her, and stretched. Blue eyes flickered around the camp, mostly useless ears pricking. There were more cats in camp than she was used to ... Maybe the Prey-Hunters were back already.


    "speech"

    I'M STARSTRUCK FOR YOU

    TRIBE OF RUSHING WATER CAVE-GUARD TAGS PENNED BY WREN



  • Ember steps back from the prey pile, having deposited a hawk she caught on a recent hunting patrol. The large leaps weren't quite as easy as they were back when she was a To-Be so long ago, but the feeling of flying was still the same. Exhilaration. Pride. Power. To be one with the ToEH, something she always strives to do with her time here among the living.


    The preyhunter makes her way over to Night with a friendly nod,


    "How was your patrol?"


  • Veil wasn't used to not hunting. Sure, he could still go on patrols and help, but he had to make sure everything was running smoothly in camp as well. It was also inconvenient to take those high leaps with a lame paw, but it wouldn't stop him from getting the thrill of 'flying.' He would be lying if he said he didn't envy Ember's skill in hunting hawks, or Night's quiet, yet powerful presence. He felt small when he stood with them, a bit to the side actually, hoping he'd find an opening where he could join in on the conversation.

    "speaking in #ee9572"

    - tags -

    SUGARCANE IN THE EASY MORNING.

    WEATHER-VANES MY ONE AND LONELY.

    veil over silent dusk — storage — tribe of rushing water — roleplayed by melo-crisis