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The grey cat stretched herself in the sun, the sky being a friendly shade of blue. Her stomach rumbled as she imagined all the prey she could catch on this beautiful day. She was planning on a hunt as well, a quick one, just to release some tension from the uneventful day. Skystripe shook herself off and went on her way to relieve the phantom stress. Admiring the atmosphere, she was lost in a dreamland. At least, she was on her way until she bumped into Cindermask. A look of regret washed over her face as she quickly apologized, this tom didn’t seem in the mood for anyone’s nonsense. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you also headed out to hunt?” Her voice was tinged with curiosity. This was a new face, maybe she could make another friend in the clan. There was something familiar about him, though...

Cindermask has started a slow walk towards the camp entrance, the sun putting him in no hurry as it warmed his pelt. He was caught offguard, however, by the pale she-cat colliding with his side. He let out a soft grunt of surprise and turned to look at her, lifting his paw in clear offense. He narrowed his pale green eyes slightly, "It would serve you well to pay more attention." His voice was low and rough, reminding one of the sand that sometimes caught between pawpads when you walked. He waved his tail slowly behind him as he eyed her, "I am going to hunt, yes. Theres not much else to do on a warm day like this."

artwork © kiwi-sauce
cindermask © AncientEldritch
skystripe © siegfriedd

Description

The grey cat stretched herself in the sun, the sky being a friendly shade of blue. Her stomach rumbled as she imagined all the prey she could catch on this beautiful day. She was planning on a hunt as well, a quick one, just to release some tension from the uneventful day. Skystripe shook herself off and went on her way to relieve the phantom stress. Admiring the atmosphere, she was lost in a dreamland. At least, she was on her way until she bumped into Cindermask. A look of regret washed over her face as she quickly apologized, this tom didn’t seem in the mood for anyone’s nonsense. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you also headed out to hunt?” Her voice was tinged with curiosity. This was a new face, maybe she could make another friend in the clan. There was something familiar about him, though...

Cindermask has started a slow walk towards the camp entrance, the sun putting him in no hurry as it warmed his pelt. He was caught offguard, however, by the pale she-cat colliding with his side. He let out a soft grunt of surprise and turned to look at her, lifting his paw in clear offense. He narrowed his pale green eyes slightly, "It would serve you well to pay more attention." His voice was low and rough, reminding one of the sand that sometimes caught between pawpads when you walked. He waved his tail slowly behind him as he eyed her, "I am going to hunt, yes. Theres not much else to do on a warm day like this."

artwork © kiwi-sauce
cindermask © AncientEldritch
skystripe © siegfriedd