— IS THIS REALITY?
The diaphanous, ebon paws of the ThunderClan kit battered gingerly against the sodden earth, exhuming the smaller artifacts of hidden treasures in which he had no choice but to pause in order to sniff them, but continued on after a extensive time of battering at them with his forepaws. Closing the distance between himself and his clanmates, he'd aim to trot out beneath Doestar, pressing his head against her chest as his dark blue gaze ascended to meet the one of the newcomer, although no utterances were to be elicited past his darkened lips as he waited for them to speak. Perhaps he'd be incorporated into this discussion.
tags | "speech"