[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding: 0px; font-family: cambria; font-size: 25pt; letter-spacing: -1px; float: left; WIDTH: 146PX; height: 20px; padding-top: 6px;]Praguekit[/fancypost][b] windclan - guardian - general tags - powers tags - battle tags[hr][size=10][font=timesnewroman]Praguekit had left camp earlier that morning, a number of hours after the sun had risen. The young Siberian tiger cub was a poor sleeper - even in his youth - and he often slept his nights awake, wide-eyed and restless. He had long decided that it was a waste of time and effort to lay in his bed at night, chasing sleep, and had taken to wandering the grounds after dusk. Many interesting things occurred under the cover of darkness and he found it refreshing to have so much privacy for himself.
After returning to camp and falling asleep sometime between sun fall and sunrise, he had slowly woken up to find that most of his clanmates were already up and about on their business. Stepping into the sun, he had lingered in camp to eat his breakfast - a plump grey rabbit - he had soon left camp. As usual, the young guardian made his way towards the edges of WindClan territory, ending up somewhere near the borders. Once he had found the scent marks, he had begun to follow them, engaging in a leisurely walk around the territory.
Oftentimes he could meet interesting people at the borders - a most prominent example being Tama, the leader of BlizzardClan - but other times he found hostility and trickery, as was the case with Robinpup and Colleen. But the good outweighed the bad, and even the more demanding encounters were exciting. Distracted from his thoughts by a sudden, vague ache at the back of his head, Praguekit paused in his walk.
The young Siberian tiger cub sat down, gently lowering himself on the grass and one paw rising to rest across his head. He assumed it was a headache and had decided to rest while he waited for it to ebb away. But when the process was beginning to drag on for much longer than Praguekit had originally anticipated, he had decided to return to camp and see if Maelstrom or Drippingpaw had something for his head pain.
Continuing to walk ahead - it was quicker to return to camp that way than to turn back - he took pause in his step as he noticed Maelstrom. What a wonderful confidence. Pale amber eyes narrowing in puzzlement as he noticed Tempest and Noelani standing closely beside the head medic. It would appear as if the trio were looking down upon something - something that was out of his sight range.
Trotting onwards - his pace quicker than before - Praguekit was surprised to discover that his sides were aching, specifically his ribs. Was he already winded by his walking? His pace slowing, the young Siberian tiger cub eventually neared close enough that he was able to make out Redbird's crumpled form - grey fur stained a dark red by blood. Alarm rising in him, he picked up speed, a vague ache growing in his chest.
"W-wh-what happened t-to him?" the young tiger cub demanded, moving forcefully to stand beside Tempest. "D-did someone attack him?" He looked between Noelani, Tempest and Maelstrom, expectance in his pale amber eyes. Redbird was someone Praguekit considered a friend and the tiger cub was loathed to see him hurt.
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[align=left][size=10][font=timesnewroman]general tags --
○ four months old
○ adoptive son of eskimokisses & sam
○ biological son of archangel & desirare
○ speaks with a stutter
powers tags --
○ character bond with redbird
battle tags --
○ physically easy
○ mentally medium
○ no kill/capture/severe injuries
