Post by GnawingOnIce on May 29, 2019 3:17:28 GMT
The midday sun shone through the lush leaves above his head. A soft breeze blew through, whispering through the leaves and shifting their shadows over his fur. Robinheart took his eyes, as green as the forest, off the canopy and instead focused on his surroundings. Sightseeing could come later.
In the midst of Newleaf, MistClan’s forest should be practically overflowing with prey, but the tom couldn’t spot anything. Maybe he should listen more. So, he swiveled his ears around and strained to hear something after the breeze had blown through. A flutter of feathers caught his attention and he turned toward the sound.
There, he saw the bright orange belly and dark feathers of a robin, the bird he was named after. He brushed his tail across Badgermask’s flank to get his attention, crouching down near wildflowers that bloomed at his paws. Badgermask was a younger tom, with black fur and white underside. Robinheart noticed in the short time and small interactions he had spent with him so far that he wasn’t exactly the brightest of cats, but he didn’t mind. Robinheart didn’t judge others quickly or make assumptions about anyone, ever, really. He’d rather get to know who they were and what their intentions are first.
He began to stalk toward the robin poking among the twigs on the ground, hoping for Badgermask’s assistance.
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In the midst of Newleaf, MistClan’s forest should be practically overflowing with prey, but the tom couldn’t spot anything. Maybe he should listen more. So, he swiveled his ears around and strained to hear something after the breeze had blown through. A flutter of feathers caught his attention and he turned toward the sound.
There, he saw the bright orange belly and dark feathers of a robin, the bird he was named after. He brushed his tail across Badgermask’s flank to get his attention, crouching down near wildflowers that bloomed at his paws. Badgermask was a younger tom, with black fur and white underside. Robinheart noticed in the short time and small interactions he had spent with him so far that he wasn’t exactly the brightest of cats, but he didn’t mind. Robinheart didn’t judge others quickly or make assumptions about anyone, ever, really. He’d rather get to know who they were and what their intentions are first.
He began to stalk toward the robin poking among the twigs on the ground, hoping for Badgermask’s assistance.
Tags;; @kaleesi
Notes;; n/a
