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    ✞ — Pale paws padded from the shore of the river, as the petite femme carried a minnow back to camp. Twitching, pale pink ears remained perked as she bounced across the stepping stones. Entering camp, the pale beauty quickly set the fish down before taking a moment to groom her coat of the excess water. Once done, ice blue jewels turned up to the skies, watching the grey clouds. "Hopefully it rains soon. It'd be lovely to get rid of the lingering heat." She murmured. She had been sick during that horrid heat wave, and she was only just starting to feel useful again now that the weather was cooling.


    "Speech"

    oaksand )

    As expected, the cream tabby was staring painfully after a certain amber molly and her mate. The pain it caused him to see them so in love, and not with him! It seared agony into his stomach, rumbling it and - oh. Oh, he's just hungry. Seemingly on call to his troublesome tum, along comes Softsplash with a minnow ready to share. He perks up at seeing his pale friend, surprised to see her out and about after her bout of sickness. Narrowing his eyes as a leaf drifted toward her clean and gleaming pelt, Oaksand growls a little, battering the leaf away from Softsplash with an excessively heavy paw. He pins it under said massive paw, making sure the leaf doesn't get near his friends beautiful fur.


    Turning with a grin, blue and yellow eyes lit up at her comment, ready to leap at the chance to make Softsplash roll her eyes. "Lingering heat? I've gotten a lot of nicknames over moons but that's a new one. Calling me hot or something?" He teases, stupidly muscled shoulder nudging into hers in joke.




    ( Gyrecall )

    ( ♂ )(grey tabby)(polydactyl)(20 moons)


    ( in character )

    With a grin, Gyrecall gave Oaksand a friendly headbutt and teased, “Well, she did say it would be nice to get rid of it. Conclusions may be drawn...”


    To Softsplash he rumbled, “On the mend, I hope? It’s good to see you up and about.”

    ( out of character )

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    ✞ — A delicate squeak left the small femme as her large brute of a friend swatted...was that a leaf? Oh it was, away from her person. Blinking owlishly, she let out a nervous laugh. "No! Not at all." She stated before freezing as her mind registered his words and her own. "N-Not to say you aren't handsome, you are but I didn't mean what I said. Well I did but um-" She rambled with a panicked stutter only to quiet down slightly as Gyrecall arrived, and responded to Oaksand. "T-Thats not quite what I meant but yes, I'm feeling much better. Are you two doing well?" She asked, inclining her head to the side curiously.


    "Speech"


    ✦ The heat reminded him of when the territory was ravaged by fire only a few moons ago. It was concerning to watch the foliage grow drier and drier as the warmth from the sun sweltered unusually for the season; he almost feared that history would have to repeat itself, that he would once again become logged with smoke and ash from the sky. It was why he was so grateful for the shift in weather. The coolness was a blessing, the canopy of clouds overhead a lingering promise. He too wondered when rain would flood their river back to its full glory so that they could all be rid of the image that the slow trickle mocked them with. It was a wonder that anyone was able to find anything worth salvaging from it at all.


    "Nice catch," he said toward Softsplash approvingly, blinking toward the pale molly with sincere ice blue eyes as his paws lead him toward the fresh kill pile. Prey was returning, searching for a chance at water themselves, quickly fooled into the clutches of the hungry.