05-20-2022, 04:09 PM
NEW TAB: Stormsnap - male - liliac tabby point - tags
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Stormsnap huffed. He generally liked being around others. Generally. The warm talk and jokes where replaced with pushing and shoving, and stepping on the occasional tail. He frowned. This sucked. Why does moving have to be so hard? He lamented, pouting a bit. He just wanted food. And less noise.
Turning around to hunt, or maybe find a quite place (or maybe both) the tom spotted a bit of movement in the crowd. Now, call him what you will, Storm was never a good hunter. Mice and birds seemed to dance when he tried to catch them. Laughing at his inability to be fast enough or pay attention for long enough, bu he did have quite the noise for gossip. Or really his mom's nose? He had is mom's nose for gossip? That didn't quite - either way, the tom was nosey. And seeing another warrior-shaped cat leave the camp was interesting enough to forget the hunger in his stomach.
He followed the cat, but blinked in surprise when he just found a bush. I'm not that bad at hunting, am I?
He turned his head, looking around. Huh. Suppose so.
He sat down, facing the camp. Or what would be camp. He thought about going back in, wrinkling his nose tat the idea. "So many cats. You'd think they'd learn to respect each other's space." He muttered.
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